Of course ya love me. I'm very loveable.
Iain MacGregor,” she whispered longingly, looking up. The woods were quiet. Strips of moonlight shone through tree limbs that reached like surreal black fingertips across her vision. A single tear sli...
Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs. "O...
Ya smell like honey," he said. "I'm allergic to bees," she whispered. "I'll do my best not to sting ya, love.
For ya, love, I will be anything ya want... even a potato.
I don't want to move out of bed." "I don't want to move out of bed either. Let's live here.
