Gavin dreamed of nothing more than spending the rest of his life safe and comfortable, and within touching distance of the two people he loved most. All it would take to achieve that goal was a miracle. Maybe he could find one if he dug deep enough under the couch cushions. Everything else he needed ended up there.
Fuckin' my man in my bed," he said over Gabriel's shoulder. "You got some goddamn nerve, girl.
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Fuckin' my man in my bed," he said over Gabriel's shoulder. "You got some goddamn nerve, girl.
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