And I look at Harley, and the billions of stars are in his eyes, and he’s drinking them up, pouring them into his soul.
—Beth Revis
Easy, man.” He slowly turned and his dark eyes narrowed. “Don’t mess up your house. Or my face. You like us both. We’ll deal with how to handle this as soon as you calm down.
—Laurann Dohner
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