I love the way you work out,” I whisper. “I love the way you work me.
What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.
We taste and suckle each other, and I'm so thirsty he could feed me his kiss all night and I'd still be dying in the desert.
Larger than life itself, and I can’t even believe this striking creature was once a little bit mine.
I'll never have enough of you, never.
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.