Look at me Elise. Tell me what you think Iโm feeling,โ he murmured, then bent his head to hers and pressed his mouth to her parted lips.
Tina St. JohnPain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.
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?
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