Gone With the WindWhen he reached to cup her chin and turn her face his way, she swatted his hand. “I’m not five years old anymore.”
“You still pout like you are.” He tapped her nose and then put the car into drive, heading for Wes’s house.
“So you and the infamous Fenn got close, really close I hear. What’s he like?”
She fidgeted, hating to talk about Fenn, not when the wound of his apparent indifference was still fresh.
“He’s…” How did one describe a dream come to life? A walking phantom of lost innocence.
“Well?”
“Think Emery but in jeans and boots, and a little more quiet.”
Royce laughed hard. “That’s it? You get naked with a man and that’s all you can say about it? No wonder the doms at the club don’t know what to do with you.” He continued to chuckle for a moment before he gre
