He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.
I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you.
I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.
You're an addiction...my obsession.
Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.
It's probably best for me to work off some energy before I get you naked. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.