Loving Shepherd
"You said you love me." Mark whispers against my mouth, his hands firmly around my waist. "Did I?" "Reva." I sigh. "I do. I do love you Mr. Shepherd." "Good." "Good? You are not going to tell me you love me too?" I ask smiling. "Nope." He says. "Then I'm leaving." I joke. "You are going nowhere Reva Anderson. I love...