He’d heard the whisperings, the suggestions that she was too much, too captivating, too… scandalous.
"You coming?" she asked, her voice soft, breaking through his thoughts. Redbone
He knew the stories about her—the ones that accused her of being "too much" for anyone to handle, too demanding, too… inconstant. But when she turned, her eyes meeting his in the reflection, the doubt seemed to melt away, replaced by a desperate, hungry need. He’d heard the whisperings, the suggestions that she