Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me?
Gena ShowalterWhy wouldn't I dance?' Uh, maybe because at first glance he looked like he ate puppies for breakfast and kittens for lunch?
Gena ShowalterCole, who had kissed me. Cole, who had refused to discuss it afterwards. Okay, fine. I had refused. Cole, who was driving me flipping crazy.
Gena ShowalterYes, you make yourself useful, angel boy. Meanwhile, Iโll be in the bathroom.โ Williamโs jet-black hair was dripping wet and plastered to his face. There was a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, displaying muscles that rivaled Parisโs own, and a tattooed treasure map that led to his man junk. Looking at his, you could see the makings of a temper so savage anyone who miraculously survived an encounter with him would end up needing therapy. And diapers. โIโve got to finish deep conditioning my hair.โ Or maybe not so savage.
Gena Showalter