Sublime

“When am I going to see Helen?” Rhys demanded. Devon seemed to relish his former friend’s suppressed wrath.

her older sister

Rhys felt his heartbeats tumbling like a row of tin soldiers. He had always enjoyed women casually, sampling their favors with relaxed ease. Not one of them had ever caused this aching craving that Helen seemed to have unlocked from the center of his soul.

Adri,