“I watched him take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
There have been times in many a bar that I was not so much a brother, but more of a mother to him: Ive watched him drink from a bottle, Ive watched him stagger around naked, Ive watched him crawl,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
