I’m not a religious or spiritual man. I am guided solely by my instincts, my gut. And they have led me to you. Without you, I have nothing to believe in.
Jessica HawkinsStichwörter: love alpha-male the-cityscape-series
Olivia, I’ll put on a show in front of your friends, at your work, whenever we’re in public. But I’m growing tired of pretending when we’re alone. Don’t tempt me.
Jessica HawkinsStichwörter: contemporary-romance alpha-male the-cityscape-series
You know, when I looked into your eyes at the theater, I was stunned. Nothing like that has ever happened to me. And when I saw you in that gold dress, at the restaurant, I knew you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. You were glowing. But right now, in my bed, naked and undone,” he paused, leaning forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “You are perfect. I never want you any other way.
Jessica HawkinsStichwörter: contemporary-romance the-cityscape-series
Of all the men, and ashamedly, that included Bill, David was the one who I felt in my core, as though I only existed as an extension of him. I wanted to fall just so he could catch me.
Jessica HawkinsStichwörter: love-triangle the-cityscape-series
Seeing David was a full-body experience. I felt heavy and light at the same time. He gives me butterflies, but they aren’t butterflies. They’re bigger and darker and scarier, like crows. They’re dangerous. And did Bill ever give me butterflies?
Jessica HawkinsStichwörter: love marriage butterflies love-triangle the-cityscape-series
I'd been with boys before; I'd been with boys I'd thought were men. But this was different. David kissed like a man. He tasted, he smelled and he fucked like a man.
Jessica HawkinsStichwörter: romance sex the-cityscape-series
What are you thinking?” he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone.
“That the city looks different depending on whom I’m seeing it with.”
He nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him.
“I notice different things,” I continued. “Like with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings – the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.”
“Reflections?” he asked quietly.
“They are.” I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. “You’re there,” I said. “That’s how they’re different.
Stichwörter: romance architecture chicago city the-cityscape-series
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