He didn't see anything." She rolled to her feet. "I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life!" "Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring." "I don't--" She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. "Dammit!" She clapped her hands over them. "It's like they're broken!
Jill ShalvisAccept that some days youโre the bug, and some days youโre going to be the windshield.
Jill ShalvisLove is when someone puts you on a pedestal and yet when you fall, they're there to catch you anyway.' - Tara Daniels
Jill Shalvis