Purple, pink and blue curls across her cheeks and back, she’s a vision and too young for me. She pulls out a flask with summer wine. Her kiss tastes of everything I want but shouldn’t. She tempers my torment and fans my passion. I tumble into her, taut with desire, but I have to let her go.
Bewitching Adam: The rancher and the spitfire, a strangers-to-lovers standalone romance (Wyoming Blues Book 3)