Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.
Becca FitzpatrickHe grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.
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