If she could get into the one here at The Texas Player’s Club, she’d drag Trace Corbin out by his ass, stick her arm up it, and do his entire set ventriloquist style if she had do.
Caisey QuinnMots clés kylie
You're too damn beautiful for your own good.Hell,you're too damn beautiful for my own good
Caisey QuinnMots clés musicians death-of-a-loved-one love-story
God, those eyes. Take cover, they said, because the storm was here now.
Caisey QuinnTrace Corbin should come with a warning label: highly addictive.
Caisey QuinnOkay, and yeah, he was hot as ten hells and could sing a girl's panties right off of her.
Caisey QuinnYou're not a nice boy," she said pointing a finger at him. "Never said I was," he told her as he leaned in dangerously close. Kylie breathed in the clean familiar scent of cologne and him.
Caisey QuinnDamn, the boy could sing. And Lord, those jeans. Oh no. She was becoming a Trace Corbin fangirl. She could feel it happening and she was powerless to stop it.
Caisey QuinnEven though I know it's wrong, you turned my life into a country song and I keep playin' it, on repeat.
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