My girlfriend is a party girl angel who can kick some arse and cook.
Wendy HigginsTags: humor love kaidan crushing-on
So, what’s up with you two? You’re really flight attendants?”
Marna’s eyes danced. “I prefer sky muffins.” She giggled.
Girl, all you have to do is say the word, and Mr. Lusty McLust a Lot here will be happy to whisper some dirty nothings in your ear.
Wendy HigginsToo much was between us, pulling us together at the same time as it pushed us apart. Our need for each other would always be in constant battle with our need to keep the other safe.
Wendy HigginsI didn't know exactly what the future held, but I knew we were a team. Parting would not break us.
Wendy HigginsWe had a secret knowledge that demons couldn't fathom. They saw love as a weakness, but they were wrong. Love would keep us going, love was our strength.
Wendy HigginsShe was mine. Didn’t she know that? Because my body was screaming it - demanding me to stake my claim on her.
Wendy HigginsAnna... the night of the summit, when you were saved, it was the only time in my life I've thanked God for anything”
Those words. They would melt me over and over for a long time.
Tags: anna-whitt sweet-evil wendy-higgins kaidan-rowe sweet-peril
A loud song with a thumping beat rang from Jay's pocket. He gave me a goofy grin and began to bop his head back and forth to the rhythm. Oh, no-not the crazy booty dance.
“Please don't,” I begged.
Jay broke into his funky ringtone dance, shoulders bouncing and hips moving from side to side. People around us stepped away, surprised, then began to laugh and cheer him on. I pressed my fingers against my lips to hide an embarrassed smile. Just as the ringtone was about to end, he gave a little bow, straightened up, and answered the call.
I adjusted my skirt again and looked down to evaluate the decency of its length. It's fine, Anna. At least my legs had a little muscle these days, instead of looking like a pair of toothpicks. Although I'd been pegged with nicknames like "Twiggy" and "Sticks" growing up, I didn't obsess about my figure, or lack of one. Padded bras were a helpful invention, and I was satisfied with the two small indentations in my sides that passed for a waist. Running had become my new pastime five weeks ago, after I'd read how my body is the "temple of my soul."
Healthy temple: check.
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