I refuse to believe that Hendrix had the last possessed hand,
that Joplin had the last drunken throat,
that Morrison had the last enlightened mind.
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Online dating,” he mumbled dryly.
“Oh, like before? That makes sense then. It’s actually kind of sweet you still have each other through all this craziness.” It was like an ah-ha moment. They were gay.
“I was kidding,” his eyes snapped up to mine again and flashed with annoyance.
“I’m not judging you,” I quickly said. “I think it’s great. Seriously!”
“We’re not gay,” he growled. “We’re brothers.
You don’t remember?” Hendrix asked with narrowed eyes. “Then we’ll talk about it later. I’ll help you remember.” His voice was smooth sex appeal as it washed over my body and I shivered involuntarily.
Rachel HigginsonWhere are you supposed to stay?” He ground out...
“Hendrix, are you kidding me?”
“By me, Reagan. Always, by me,” he answered, ignoring my sarcasm.
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