Christophe's smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl's heart.
Lilith SaintcrowChristophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
Lilith SaintcrowI went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.
Lilith SaintcrowHis thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?
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