Well, that was the end of me, the real end. Two pound ten every Tuesday and a room of the Gray's Inn Road. Saved, rescued and with my place to hide in - what more did I want? I crept in and hid. The l...
Colt, you’re going to be a nurse, not a cop. If anything happens, I’ll pay the fines for you.”“Still don’t need it.”“Why?” She paused for a moment, thinking. “Because you’re still trying to get into D...
(imp. & p. p.) of Rescue
Gee, you don’t sugarcoat things, do you?” “At least if I’m at a club, I won’t have you pressuring me.”“No, you’ll have heaps of strangers instead.
We should live every day like people who have just been rescued from the moon.
There comes a point where you become tired of the loneliness and need a human touch, a caress to make you realize you still exist as a person.
Eager?” “Just a little,” I breathed.
Touch me. Kiss me. I want you. I’ve never done it just for my pleasure, just for fun.
Single ladies, the only thing we need to be rescued from is the notion that we need to be rescued.
I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.”“You still have my number programed into your phone?
