Warring Logics *COMPLETE* (Book 1 of The Institute of Fantasiological Studies)
''Let me taste you'' He leans forward and whispers in my ear. His voice is low like a gravelly hum. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? He leans back and looks deep into my eyes. "Uh, um..." my brain is overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne and the hard feel of his body. I bite my lip trying to concentrate, "T...