She understood his passion because she felt the same way: as if nothing was more important than the touch of her skin to his, as if she'd die if he left her.
Patricia BriggsDo you have any idea how much I love you?โ he asked. โEnough to accept my apologies?โ I suggested in a small voice. โHeck no,โ he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers โ as if I were something fragile. โNo apologies from you,โ he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.
Patricia BriggsMercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.
Patricia Briggs