Rhys likes to be somewhat of a gentleman, “not here,” he growled, moving toward the one hall in the house she’d never gone down—the one that led to the master bedroom. “Our first time is not going to be on my godda*n living room couch.” Rhys is always thinking ahead, “then I thought we’d follow that up with a walk on the beach and a night in my bed.” I liked this book, I loved Rhys.
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