What are you doing?”
“I...” He appeared to have no idea himself. “I wanted to see your freckle.”
A vulnerable tenderness flashed across his face, more painful to see than the coldness. It took every ounce of strength I had not to
beg for one last kiss. As fast as his expression had softened, it was back to stone again.
“What do you want from me, Kai?”
“For starters?” His voice lowered to sexy, dangerous depths. “I want to introduce myself to every freckle on your body.

Auteur: Wendy Higgins

What are you doing?”<br />“I...” He appeared to have no idea himself. “I wanted to see your freckle.”<br />A vulnerable tenderness flashed across his face, more painful to see than the coldness. It took every ounce of strength I had not to<br />beg for one last kiss. As fast as his expression had softened, it was back to stone again.<br />“What do you want from me, Kai?”<br />“For starters?” His voice lowered to sexy, dangerous depths. “I want to introduce myself to every freckle on your body. - Wendy Higgins


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