His gaze drops to my mouth.When he looks into my eyes again,his voice is husky.„You were wrong,before.“Confused,I frown. „About what?“His jaw works.For the first time,there's aFlash of emotion in his eyes,something otherThan contempt.„About not doing anything to make me hate you.You've done plenty.
J.T. Geissinger, Make Me Sin
love, romance-love, romantic-suspense