he whispered. “I only wish to feel your skin against mine and listen to the beating of your heart. It calls to me as sweet as the song of the whippoorwill.” Having nothing as profound to say in return, Andi opted for silence. “Did you hear that?” “Of course I heard you. I’ve just never had someon...
It was closed now, of course. And though it gave the appearance of being empty, she somehow guessed that it was never off duty for very long. Sighing from the weight of heavy thoughts, Andi turned the corner and almost ran into a colossal iron gate. From behind it sprang leafy bushes and carefull...