His presence was stirring heat in all the wrong places and for all the wrong reasons.

Hey, you’re the one who can’t stand me being so close to you.

What’s bothering me is you always seem ready to snap my head off my shoulders and I’m not comfortable with that.

Another flash of recognition sped through her mind. It’s him, her thoughts whispered through the fog of arousal. And she wanted to know who he was. What else he could do for her. What he’d...

It was her. No one had eyes like that. Eyes as pure as the sky on a fresh, wintery morning. Ones that sucked him in and refused to let go. No one had her touch....

I hope so.

Have you ever met someone and felt like you’ve known them forever?

The heart is stubborn. It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it. And it is often, in the battle of those three, the most brilliant of all.