Tasting, Finding, Keeping: The Story Of Never - Plot & Excerpts
He's still the wounded soul that I met at the bar, but he's also something different now. I can't quite put my finger on it, but when he looks at me, his eyes are full of color and life that attracts me like a moth to flames. I'm just going to have to do my best not to get burned. Ty could do that now, so easily that he could reduce me to a pile of ash without my even knowing it. I've given him this massive hold over me and my proverbial heart is beating in the palm of his hand, in his ringed, calloused hand. “Tell me about your sisters again,” Ty says sleepily. It's the middle of the day, but we're both exhausted. Granted, neither of us got much sleep last night. I smile. Frown. “I can't remember their names,” he whispers into the crook of my shoulder and admittedly, I shiver. I'm not used to having a boy sleep next to me like this. His hair is so mussy and his face is so soft and vulnerable … “They were like the seven dwarves or something. Sleepy, Dopey, Horny … ”
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