I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing.
He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. “Was that an invitation, Ms.Lane?”
“If it was?” I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing?
“I don’t do hypotheticals. Little girl.

Author: Karen Marie Moning

I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing.<br />He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. “Was that an invitation, Ms.Lane?”<br />“If it was?” I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing?<br />“I don’t do hypotheticals. Little girl. - Karen Marie Moning

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