Wendy Higgins Quotes
Wait," Kaidan Called From Behind Me. I Squeezed My Eyes Shut For A Second, But Kept Walking. Then I Felt His Hand Around My
wrist, Spinning Me In A Half Circle And Pulling Me To His Chest. His Face Was So Close. He Reached Down And Cupped My Face With One
woolly Hand, And Wiped The Top Corner Of My Lip Hard With His Thumb. I Flinched Back.
"What Are You Doing?"
"I ... " He Appeared To Have No Idea Himself. "I Wanted To See Your Freckle."
A Vulnerable Tenderness Flashed Across His Face, More Painful To See Than The Coldness. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had Not To
beg For One Last Kiss. As Fast As His Expression Had Softened, It Was Back To Stone Again.
"What Do You Want From Me, Kai?"
"For Starters?" His Voice Lowered To Sexy, Dangerous Depths. "I Want To Introduce Myself To Every Freckle On Your Body."
A Powerful Shiver Ripped Through Me.
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