Will jerked his chin toward the brunette still standing far too close to me, weaving her arms around my waist. Gods, they were getting brassy. “You want her?” I pried her hands off—again. “Not really my type.” Will smirked as I found her arms snaking once more around me, like a damn octopus.
OMFG! She wants that stone to be pitch black! 🤣🤣🤣
