Night hovered above the glen wherein he lay. His shirt had been removed and he reclined on the soft, dew-bejeweled grass. The silence was only punctured by the rhythm of his deep breaths. He moaned and relaxed against the cold forest floor. Confusion shrouded his normally sharp memory. Arxu felt ...
She would reveal to Milo her past as the Red Widow, a subject she rarely broached, least of all with a man she was falling for. He slung his arm around her and she immediately tensed. Milo withdrew. “Are you afraid to be alone with me?” Vivian laughed into the freezing night. “No, it’s not you. I...
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