A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.
Jill ShalvisI want you to know, chickens arenโt sexy. Not to me.โ This was met with silence. โAre you there?โ She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. โCam? Can you hear me?โ โYes, chickens arenโt sexy. UhโฆI donโt think theyโre meant to be.
Jill ShalvisI chose the path less traveled but only because I was lost. Carry a map. - Phoebe Traeger
Jill ShalvisYou came here a fighter, Maddie. Maybe you'd lost a round or two, but you were on your feet. You want to stay in Lucky Harbor? Fight for it. You want a relationship with your sisters? Fight for it." "What about you? What about a relationship with you?" He pulled back to look into her face as if memorizing her features. His voice, when he spoke, was low and gravelly with emotion. "I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.
Jill Shalvis