What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

How did you do it?” I brought the teacup to my mouth for another sip. “How did you guide Sophie’s soul? I thought you were a reaper.””He’s both,” Nash said from behind me, and I...

Sneak out.” He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?

My hands wrapped around his waist, traveling up the broad expanse of his back, mooth and hard, and…”Give it a rest, already,” Tod snapped from somewhere behind his brother. “It already smells like sex in...