Navarre as described by Marissa Vasquez
Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who'd become a part of her life in such an abrupt and magical way. He lay on his back, unmoving, yet still loomed so vibrant and large in the small room that he…
Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who'd become a part of her life in such an abrupt and magical way. He lay on his back, unmoving, yet still loomed so vibrant and large in the small room that he…
His dark blue eyes, as mysterious and fathomless as the deep of the sea, had followed my movements throughout the evening as closely as I'd watched him, only his gaze was entirely more intimate than mine. For surely I didn't…