Bajidc

57%
Flag icon
Taking one of my hands, he brought it to his—still shirtless—chest, over his heart, and pressed it there. “Make no mistake, what just happened between us was momentous for me. My life and heart have been forever transformed. You are the architect and artist of my own personal paradise. Now, when I close my eyes, I won’t need to imagine what heaven feels like. I’ll know.” Oh. If I’d been the swooning sort, I would’ve swooned. In fact, you know what? I still might.
Beard Necessities (Winston Brothers, #7)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview