I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
Richelle Mead (2013). “The Indigo Spell: A Bloodlines Novel”, p.99, Penguin
I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.