robert-the-bruce

A book is a wonderful present. Though it may grow worn, it will never grow old.

Before Christina could stop herself, her gaze dipped lower. Holy saints, the outline of his manhood stretched the cloth taut. She__ never seen a man so well endowed. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her hand against her forehead and tried not to swoon while she forced herself to snap her gaze to his face. __hey__e braies, not box-ers._ She bent down, picked up his blue ones and held them up. __e ken?_ __ight, bra-ie-s,_ he said as if it were a new word for him. __ow do you keep them up?