Radley is such a damn hunk, "his lips curved into a smile. "You kiss me like that and then ask me why?" He touched her jaw, another fiery caress across her skin. "Wind, I have thought about you often over the years." He only has his eyes for one girl, "Radley turned. Eleanor's hand was still on his cheek, but he brushed it away. And then he saw her - his Wind - looking like a green goddess stepped from the sea." He knows when to be blunt when the time needs it, "horses***." He pulled her fack back to his when she flinched at his relatively mild curse. "I have commanded men in storms, I have fought in battle, and I have grown from the boy you remember. I am a man, and I know my own mind." His girl is a curious little minx, but I don't think he'd have it any other way, "her gaze went to the thatch of wiry curls and the thick stalk of hi co**. It was darkened than she expected, but still pleasing. It jutted toward her bobbing slightly as he shifted to stand directly in front of her. And she could see the drop of moisture on the tip. "Touch me, Wind. You won't hurt me."
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