I glanced out of my window at the grime and decay of Temptation, comparing it to Shannon’s golden world, good ole Willow’s Corner. In her pricey neighborhood, red brick colonials stood tall, capped wi...
Damn it, he’s not my boyfriend!Boyfriend. Fiancé. Sugar daddy. Whatever.He’s none of those things.Trace jerked back around. Please enlighten me then. Whatthe hell is he?My past.And what am I?I swallow...