Jocelyn

39%
Flag icon
“I actually don’t know how to dance,” I told him. I’d never done this before. Taking my waist, he pulled me in, and I gasped, my arms instinctively wrapped round his neck. “Put your feet on mine,” he said. Without argument, I stepped up on his shoes in my pink heels, happy to just hold on. Tipping
Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview