Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor.
Rick YanceyHe spreads his fingers over my heart, like heโs holding it, like it belongs to him, the hard-fought-for territory heโs won fair and square.
Rick YanceyI start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.
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