“Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They're mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine. "Mine," he repeated when she sighed heavily. "No one else's." Silence. Only the warm wetness of her tears dampening his shirt. It broke his heart.” HeartChoicesDecisionSilenceTearsMinesConsequenceWarmBrokeShirtsAmyListen To MeWetness Author:Cindy Gerard
“Mi Corazon. Mi alma. Son tuyos." My heart. My soul. They are yours, he whispered against the generous curve of her breast as a million sensations, all of them hot, all of them rich, all of them straddling the razor-sharp edge of pain, ripped through his loins like a flash fire and stripped him of everything but consciousness. "Tuyo. Todo que tengo es tuyo." Yours. Everything I have is yours.” HeartSoulPainConsciousnessMillionsRichFireSonMy HeartHotEdgesMy SoulGenerousBreastsSensationsFlashCurvesRippedRazorsSharp Edges Author:Cindy Gerard
