Our first time together doesn’t really count, does it? We were angry at each other, you more so than me. I still can remember your face...

Clinton takes a big breath before running full speed at the Alpha without any inhibitions of what he's facing. Bones meet . .

Dallas I want her to see what I want. Her. Touching her lips first, she seems delicate much too soft for what I want—no, what I want is...

Clinton finishes the last bite of pie before wiping his mouth with the damn cloth my mother made me embroider for the first official...

Clayton's POV Her eyes look different now, the green is lost to the brown. "What are we going to do?" Kennedy's voice shakes. The side of...

My fantasy future never looked this good. An instant reflex has the pad of my thumb wipe the blood off her lower lip, but really wanting...

A trace of fresh paint still clings to the walls. Kennedy sits in the rocker with her back to me. "It's finished." The words are blown...

"What's your name?" he asks. His voice is above the calm before the shifting of a storm that’s coming. I know it’s coming but it’s the wait.