Kristen-Paige Madonia books

Fingerprints of You

Her face was dewy, her cheekbones flushed with heat, and her afro was wet and matted to her head. “I figured it was you,” she said, and then, “I had to shower, and Ryan’s gone to work.” She backed away and made room for me inside. “I don’t usually answer the door half-naked. Just for the record.”...