One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
A soft hand curled around his fist, loosening his fingers so they could twine with hers.
Griffin wanted to reach up and touch the streaks of black in her tawny hair. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, pull her close, lower his head and ...
There could never be anything but friendship between them.
Not even the goddamn characters believe that.