Stephanie Rowe Quote

Clare, there’s no chance in hell I would ever believe you’re frigid. Her heart began to race. No? His gaze went to her mouth, and then back to her eyes. Not with the way you look at me. She swallowed, her body vibrating at the intensity of his gaze, and the weight of his hand as he caressed her neck. How do I look at you? she whispered, her voice too breathy. Exactly how I want you to.