What do you want? he asked, his gaze holding mine.You, I whispered, cheeks burning.You have me. His thumb dragged along my lower lip. You’ve always had me. Always.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
What do you want? he asked, his gaze holding mine.You, I whispered, cheeks burning.You have me. His thumb dragged along my lower lip. You’ve always had me. Always.