Still sitting, he reached out and pulled me toward him. We stayed there, looking at each other, his hand still wrapped in my shirt hem, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it. when I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one army going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn't think.
Kelley ArmstrongI'd been staring at the search term for at least five minutes. One word. Necromancer.
Kelley ArmstrongGot your text,โ he said when I climbed out. โHow much did it hurt?โ โNot at all,โ I said. โApparently, I canโt get a tattoo because Iโm a witch.โ โI could have told them-โ He stopped. โOh, you said witch.โ โHa-ha.
Kelley ArmstrongLast time I was sick, the guy I was seeing brought me a bottle of ginger aleโฆ and expected me to pay him back for it. ~Jaime Vegas
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