This date had started as bland and was speeding right along to abysmal.

Don't answer the door in a wedding dress and veil, he might not think you're joking.

A lazy smile reached his lips. “The mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I’d rather a solid fuck than getting my kumbayas out.

He’d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.

Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.

Did you ask people to crime scenes on dates?