You're good with people, and all I know how to do is give good neck.
As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.
His right ear still held both studs, and I wondered who had the missing earring. I would have asked, but was afraid he’d tell me Ivy had it.
Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?
She's not your type.Since when do I have a type?
I can smell her all over you. You need some help taming her?Let me break her in for you.
You had this all planned, didn’t you?' I accused. 'Thought you could come in here and seduce me like you do everyone else?' It wasn’t as if I could be angry, lying atop him as I was, but I tried.
And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.