He was like a living, breathing painting on an all-male canvas.

“His eyes shone playfully, turning his irises a deep cocoa. "That's why I like y…”

“Now it was my time to blush. Except that I’m a man and I don’t do that.”

“I do what I have to do to survive because that’s all I know. I don’t make excus…”

“Do you like what you see?” I whispered, delighting in the primal lust in her gl…”