My hand aching because grace wasn't underneath it 3!

It was one frayed rope thrown across the chasm between us. Not enough to get across, but maybe just enough to tell that it wasn't as wide as I'd originally thought.

I was trying to decide if you still had free will as a wolf. If I was a terrible person for planning to drug my girlfriend and drag her back to my house to keep in the basement.

Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults were probably at the top of the list.

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

This time, it was more of a thought than a feeling, a soft heat that began at her mouth and unfurled through the rest of her.