Well isn't Tray a charmer, “spying on me, dove?” I waggled my brows. “All you need to do is ask for my time and it’s all yours.” The man is easily offended over certain things, “I’m a man, not a boy,” he clarified. “And what’s wrong with that? *** is fun.” Tray tends to think of only one thing at certain times, “hey, this is a whole new entity. Who knows how this will impact our *** life?” He nuzzled my neck." I liked this book, I loved Tray.
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