His blue-black hair fell over his face when he moved, like tiny arrows pointing to pronounced cheeckbones. "Starting to think you were going to bail on me." "Didn't know you were expecting me," she said in what she hoped was a casual voice. He gets sexier every day. "Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping
Melissa MarrLove makes you foolish. It makes you throw every bit of logic away, do stupid things, dangerous things.
Melissa Marr