Taylor

God, what the hell was I doing? Telling this complete stranger my life story? Damn, but she was easy to look at. And I really wanted to run my fingers through that hair. Combine that with those soft brown eyes and, damn. And that voice, geez, almost a childlike soprano. I was already daydreaming about what it would sound like moaning in ecstasy. I needed to switch it up.

"So how about you? Why architecture?"

She grinned and blushed, making my heart melt just a little. "Probably because of my parents, they're both in real estate, in ways. Dad's a developer; mom's an agent. I always loved looking at...