“Daphne, I am not asking you to be my mistress!” Jesse bites out, his teeth clenching.“Did you come here with romantic intent?” she asks, prim and formal. “Desiring to continue, in some way, our relationship?”“Yes,” he says, working hard to reel his temper back in, ashamed at himself for losing it
And as he knew she would, Daphne tilts her head back and laughs – long and peeling. He smiles a little, watching her, relishing that. Daphne – she’s not easily offended, and she has enough self-confidence not to let herself be hurt by such a deeply untrue judgment.“Oh, god,” Daphne says, still laug
I wake up to the feeling of Jackson’s broad hand stroking over my hair and I squeak, petulant, turning my face so that my other cheek is pressed to his chest. Then I nuzzle close, my eyes pressed determinedly shut, refusing to wake up.“Ariel, it’s nearly noon,” Jackson murmurs, laughing a little.“
“Yes!” mom says, happily walking over to him and holding out the tray. Jackson lifts off the lid and groans when he sees the stacks of pancakes and eggs and sausage and bacon.“You’re my favorite, Ella,” Jackson murmurs, eagerly taking the tray and sitting down on the bed, settling it onto his lap a
Rafe snarls half-heartedly at Jess, not opening his eyes, as I burst out laughing.“Is that…did that work?” Jackson asks, looking between Jesse and Rafe curiously. “He’d take off his shirt and…what would happen?”“He’d take off his shirt and the panties would drop,” Jesse says, dropping his hand dem
“About what?” another voice says at the door, and my face bursts into a grin when I realize that it’s my Mark.“Markie!” I call, thrilled, patting the bed beside me.Mark starts to smile at me but then looks around the room, guilt washing it away. “Rafe, I’m really sorry –““We’re good, Mark,” Rafe
“Still not going to take my magic?” Midnight asks, standing in the door to her yurt with her hands on her hips, dressed in a fairly fantastic collection of clothes that she clearly picked for herself with enthusiasm from the insanely large selection my mom bought for her.I smile, taking in the thre
I bite my lip, fighting a smile, and Jackson sends me a nudge down the bond. When I look up at him and he frowns at me, clearly wanting to know what’s going on, I break into a laugh.He just scowls and shakes his head, wanting to know but not pushing it, knowing I’m not giving him any secrets until