Scars and a thrill seeker. Gods help her...

She rose on her tiptoes and brushed a slow kiss to his lips. "This doesn't have to be a relationship, okay? Just let me be your muse." He bent to taste her again and smiled. "And I'll be your Guardian.

Tell me what you want."Before her brain could engage, she kissed him again and whispered, "You. You're what I want.

Maybe I better shower with you.” She bit her lower lip. “For safety’s sake.

You’re mine,” she whispered. “As long as you’ll have me.

His lips caressed her ear. “Best dance of my entire life.

Solving crimes is like following a spider web. Everything is connected in some way. It's just figuring out where things intersect so I can find the spider in the middle.

Words aren’t big enough, but they’re all that I have. S'agapó. I love you with all that I am.

He had the body of a god and a Southern drawl that made her toes curl.