Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.
J. LynnIโd still be nice to you if you were ugly.โ โOkay.โ A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, โI just wouldnโt offer you any cookies.
J. LynnIโm just not interested.โ โDo you have ovaries?โ Jacob asked. I shot him a look. โYes.โ โฆ โThen how are you not interested.
J. Lynn