Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)

by Raven Kennedy

“You’re very floppy.” I rest my head against his firm, muscled chest. “You’re very hard,” I counter. A rich, dark laugh slips from his mouth. “You’ve no idea.”

I’m glad for the anger I see on his face. Misery may love company, but anger thrives on it.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you, Goldfinch. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

There comes a point in your life when you have to choose between having regrets and the possibility of making mistakes.