“I promise I don’t bite.” He winked at her. That earned him another throaty laugh. Then she bent over him, hands braced on his thighs, her luscious mouth inches from his. The heat of her palms singed his skin even… — J.M. Stewart Copy Share Image
“Wait.” I dumped my backpack on his floor and kicked off my Docs. “Spaghetti and FroYo are supposed to be treats?” He stared at me, dead in the eye, not flinching. “Yes. Don’t give her too much of it.” “Wow,… — L.J. Shen Copy Share Image
