The Darkest Temptation (Made, #3)

by Danielle Lori

My dress was yellow and flowy with an umber crocheted bodice. It was modest except for the inch it showed of my midsection and the slit up the thigh. The heels I wore were clear and sparkly, lacing halfway up my calves to show off my best feature. I was the queen of ponytails, but I chose to leave the straightened locks down, and as usual, I applied a light amount of makeup.

As a reminder: it was a bitter cold that singed my lungs with each breath.

it was a bitter cold that singed my lungs with each breath.

Did he just do the math in his head? God, that was . . . hot.

365x10+2 isn’t exactly calculus.