And speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.
J.R. Ward[Devina] โYou know, Adrian, you ever get bored with being a Goody Two-shoes, you could come over to my side.โ โBecause you have cookies, right.โ Those black eyes returned to his own. โAnd so much more.โ โWell, Iโm on a diet. Sorryโbut thanks for the invite.
J.R. WardQhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.
J.R. WardThe thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body. So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and music enjoyed.
J.R. WardAfter a moment the king said, "So be it." Zsadist cursed. Butch whistled low. Rhage bit into a Tootsie Pop.
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