She stretched languorously, being careful to avoid Cyrus as she raised her arms up above her head. She knew better than to think she could get away without waking him up this morning, but she didn’t think she’d fare any better if she woke him up with a flailing arm to the head. Prue frowned. Come...
She was sore all over, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out why. She cracked an eye and was momentarily confused, unsure as to where she was. When she heard the amused chuckle beside her, however, everything came rushing back. Jessie squeaked, hauling the sheets...
He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut, and he could tell from the silence and utter stillness around him that his brothers felt the same. Holy shit. His brain couldn’t seem to progress past that as Remy did a slow turn, taking advantage of their riveted attention. Holy shit, indeed. &nbs...