He was gorgeous, and I absolutely, no question, had to be drooling. After a quick and hopefully stealthy check โ big show, I wasnโt!- I found myself wonder what color his eyes were. Brown maybe. Or even hazel. Either wayโฆwow, just wow. Deer? Headlights? Hi, Iโm Ali.
Gena ShowalterYou don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly. "Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.
Gena ShowalterNo one wants to hear you speak, Bradie Boy," Kitten said in that scratchy voice of hers. "Like that's ever stopped me. I can't believe we've got a bird and a cat in the car." Bradley chuckled. "I guess that makes me animal control. Nice." "I'm a Teran," Kitten said tightly, "not a cat. And if I hear you call me a cat one more time, I'll scratch your eyes out. Understand?" "Oh, I understand. I just don't think you'll like what I'm understanding, which is that you can't wait to get your hands on me.
Gena ShowalterHate. Huh. He'd never hated himself. If anything, he'd always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn't denied it, either, and next time he'd slept with her, he'd made sure to scream, "Strider" at the pivotal moment." --Strider, keeper of the demon of Defeat--
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