"You're quite relaxed for someone who has a gun pointed at them." "You won't shoot me." Harry dares, hoping Hydrogen (or whatever his name is) can't tell he's shitting himself right now. "Wanna bet?" the guy dares, a smirk spreading over his lips. Okay, why did Harry think that talking back to a guy with tattoos all o...
How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bas...