Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights
Her skin, while darker than mine and showing some signs of maturity is smooth.
Addictive. Finely aged, like wine.
Her eyes, green and bright, call down to me like those of a goddess.
Mindlessly, I order some cola-braised pork nachos, extra cheese, fried onion pieces, and jalapenos, though that's not what I'm hungry for. I wish I was snacking on you, Nora. You’dbe way better for me.
Finally, Reid gives us the news. “Petra and I are moving in together,” he says excitedly after all of our orders are placed with the waitress. Petra squeals, as does Wren.