Christine Feehan Quote
Where are my clothes?He grinned unexpectedly, a perfect male smirk. I got carried away and ripped your jeans. Just stay with me tonight, and I will get you new clothes tomorrow.It’s nearly morning now, she pointed out, unwilling to lie down with him again. She couldn’t lie beside him and not burn for him. Besides, I want a shower.Before Mikhail had a chance to protest, Raven slid off the bed, wrapped safely in the old-fashioned quilt, clearly thinking herself safe from him now that she’d put a little distance between them.Mikhail kept his smile to himself. Let her feel safe--it cost him nothing. No way was she leaving his house, not with the assassins residing at her inn.
Where are my clothes?He grinned unexpectedly, a perfect male smirk. I got carried away and ripped your jeans. Just stay with me tonight, and I will get you new clothes tomorrow.It’s nearly morning now, she pointed out, unwilling to lie down with him again. She couldn’t lie beside him and not burn for him. Besides, I want a shower.Before Mikhail had a chance to protest, Raven slid off the bed, wrapped safely in the old-fashioned quilt, clearly thinking herself safe from him now that she’d put a little distance between them.Mikhail kept his smile to himself. Let her feel safe--it cost him nothing. No way was she leaving his house, not with the assassins residing at her inn.
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