Touching Oblivion (Tasting Madness, #2)

by Albany Walker

“So you want to have sex with me,” I scoff, but it’s only because the other stuff feels too real to say out loud. Memphis gives me a droll stare and calls me out on my crap. “Since the first time you looked up at me and called me Mr. Gravlin, but don’t pretend that’s what is important.”