She felt her cheeks flush, and she absolutely hated it. “I suppose we should figure out what we’re going to do then.” “The only thing I want to figure out is what you taste like,” he replied, reaching for the fitted undershirt. “Raz, we’re still healing,” she said, the argument as weak as her voice when she said it. “Me being on my knees is not going to affect any of our wounds,” he replied in that same matter-of-fact tone he said everything else in. “Arms up.”
The charisma this man possesses...holy gods
