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 ShalvisIn his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.
Jill ShalvisWhen everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Donโt look at him, she told herself. Donโt lookโ She looked. Sweet Jesus.
Jill Shalvis