Look at me Elise. Tell me what you think I’m feeling,” he murmured, then bent his head to hers and pressed his mouth to her parted lips.
Tina St. JohnEverything good in there, T? Niko quipped. You need backup or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started?
Tina St. JohnShe wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.
Tina St. John