I stop and look up at him. "Brad?" I whisper.

"What, baby?" he says as he continues nibbling on my neck.

"It's yours..." I say breathlessly.

He pauses and looks up. "What is?"

I gaze into his brown hazy eyes. "My heart.

Author: Beth Michele

I stop and look up at him. "Brad?" I whisper.<br /><br />"What, baby?" he says as he continues nibbling on my neck.<br /><br />"It's yours..." I say breathlessly.<br /><br />He pauses and looks up. "What is?"<br /><br />I gaze into his brown hazy eyes. "My heart. - Beth Michele



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