Doesn’t matter. It’s what you were looking for, the answer to your prayers.
“Everything all right, baby?” A silky arm slipped out from beneath the steel-gray satin sheets and rubbed his bare thigh.
“Uh… yeah. Sure.” He looked down at the mop of brown hair. Her face was as obscure as her name.
Mierda. What was he doing? It didn’t matter how many women he brought home, he couldn’t wash her—the woman in his dreams—from his mind
“Uh… yeah. Sure.” He looked down at the mop of brown hair. Her face was as obscure as her name.