[Rhage and Manny] โYouโre doing great,โ he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists. โDonโt worry about me.โ โRight, rightโฆyour brothers.โ Manny paused for a split second. โYouโre all right, you know that.โ โF*ckโฆthatโฆโ The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. โIโmโฆperfect.
J.R. WardThe collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. "What," she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello.
J.R. WardHis thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.
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