Angela Bee Bee

“Her voice is so quiet I can barely hear her. "And I wanted to say thank you for punching him in my defense."

I'd slay dragons for you, Ivy. "You're welcome. Now go to sleep.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“He lowers his mouth to my right ear and whispers, "It's believed when people lose one of their senses, it heightens all others. That's why you're blindfolded." He takes a breath. "I want your complete and utter trust." He pushes himself up against my backside, causing me to stumble forward somewhat. He grabs my hips to steady me. "By giving me your trust, Ivy, you're letting me always be there to catch you.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“He looks down at me and says in a commanding voice, "Stand up."

Without thinking, I'm on my feet. A little eager, Summers? He grasps my hips and turns me around so I'm facing the wall a few feet away. I can feel the heat from his body, but he isn't touching me. He just stands behind me and my anxiety spikes. My heart is racing. I feel his breath brush my ear. "Breathe, Ivy." Shit, he's right. I haven't taken a breath since before my wonderful elevator ride yesterday morning. Inhale. Exhale.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival

“His baritone voice grits out, "Eyes on me. Now."

I raise my eyes and peek up at him. He's got a punitive look in his eyes and his jaw is set. His ebony five o'clock shadow an angry mask. I've never seen him this way, but I kind of love it. Shh, don't tell anyone.”
― M.K. Gilher, Revival