OneHillSlatts

53%
Flag icon
Before, during all those almost-times, when she had stopped him, his wandering fingers had taken on a magical touch, bringing parts of her to life, causing her body to arch toward him, to long and want. But now, with permission finally granted, an urgency gripped him and he seemed to bypass her needs and push his way.
Where the Crawdads Sing
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview