Bran can only handle so much, “go to your room, Julia.” A growl. “Shut your door. Lock it. And effing consider wearing more clothes.” Bran tends to have a one track mind, "his hand fisted around the panties. He looked at her. The short skirt. The tight top. The heels. “You don’t have on underwear.” I liked this book, I loved Bran.
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