He pressed my body to his tall, lean form, and we swayed to the music. I swallowed. He smiled at me. It was an irresponsible, dreamy, devastating sex on a stick smile. I swallowed again. Nico was a goo...
“Shut up.” Anna rolled her eyes, trying the last of the antique keys; huffing in irritation when the long, brass key couldn’t budge the lock. Fanning the keys over her palm she inspected each of them, brushing her brightly painted fingers over their tips and sighing. “It’s not here.” ...