“You weren’t so grumpy when we texted Sunday night.” His biceps flex under the shirt. Thick, dark lashes twitch as he scans the forms. “You weren’t such a brat when you moaned in my mouth.”
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Piper Lawson,
Crave
“Messy is better than perfect. Feeling is better than numbness. The line between control and anarchy isn’t just blurry...straddling it is the only way to live.”
―
Piper Lawson,
Crave