I’m singing that like a refrain inside my mind. Over and over. Like a mantra. I don’t have time to chat today, maybe not tomorrow. I have a book to finish, a short story to wrap up, stories to read, another book to initiate—and it better all happen this weekend or my schedule is toast.
So, “Words, words, words, words.” You might be happy to know this is a BDSM story, and my hero is a fireman. He’s lovely. Heart battered and bruised. Like the name Coop? 🙂