Quote by S.M. Boyce
““She grinned and inched closer. He became an blur, but she wanted to savor every bit of him—the oaky musk of his cologne, the sparks his warm touch shot through her.””
““She grinned and inched closer. He became an blur, but she wanted to savor every bit of him—the oaky musk of his cologne, the sparks his warm touch shot through her.””