Galen cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand, his thumb caressing the rise of satin-covered bone. She trembled, but didn’t pull away.
My demon's a girl? Gideon said, astonished.
Your woman wears underwear out in public,” Sabin said. “Must be nice. How’d you manage that little miracle?” “Only the Deity knows.
Neighbor… was that the word for "whoring tramp" nowadays?
To answer your question, you want me because I'm made of awesome.
Not fat, just not anorexic. She's soft in all the right places.