Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William
Gena ShowalterI haven't have fun for a long time," Kaia said with a pout. "Me, either. Except with myself, but I don't suppose that counts." "It does the way I do it.
Gena ShowalterBomb', Reyes said, not bothering to look up. 'One of ours?' Maddox insisted... 'Hardly. I know better than to blow myself up,' Reyes sighed.
Gena ShowalterGalen cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand, his thumb caressing the rise of satin-covered bone. She trembled, but didnโt pull away.
Gena ShowalterDid you dream of me?" he asked. "Yes," she admitted grudgingly. She had. She'd dreamed of his hands caressing her, of his mouth devouring her. His lush lips inched into a surprised but pleased smile. "You were naked," she told him. His grin spread; his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "And tied up..." He arched his eye brows in smug expectation. "I did not know the idea of bondage would please you." "Oh, I love the idea of typing you up." She paused dramatically. "Just like in my dream, you'll be secured to an ant-hill and the little things will eat you alive.
Gena ShowalterNo.โ He wouldnโt lie about that. Not to her. And not because sheโd rip him to pieces when she discovered the truth. โI canโt give you forever.โ The nibbling increased in intensity, leaving a bead of blood in the center of her mouth. โBecause weโre not a good match?โ Of course she would remember every insult heโd ever thrown at her. โYes.โ โThen what can you give me?โ โHere. Now.โ Something his body craved more with every second that passed.
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