J.R. Ward Quote
I cannae believe you let me touch you. His voice grew hoarse. I shall remember this for all my nights.Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this….Do not cry. His thumb went to her cheeks. Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.
J.R. Ward
I cannae believe you let me touch you. His voice grew hoarse. I shall remember this for all my nights.Tears speared into her eyes. Dearest Virgin Scribe, for all her life, she had waited for a moment like this….Do not cry. His thumb went to her cheeks. Beautiful female of worth, do not cry.
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