If silence could poison, then Tayson died fifty-two times or more. Don't know, he lost the number of counts. His body was still as gravel and he resisted extorting glimpses at the dark Rapunzel, who was penetrated by fresh rain.
Just how hard she's trying to ignore a man in flesh and blood, breathing just a foot away from her?
Clenching the steering with his left hand, he slyly retrieved his phone from his pocket and directly unfold his gallery.
A snapshot of a svelte woman clad in all black popped up. The black veil concealed her face generously, and she was mounting in shining a black SUV. Tayson's eyes flickered to Leona who didn't even glance at him, then back at the illuminating screen.
The woman in the picture was attired in the exact dress as the Leona and the cluster of
