“Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance.”

“Am I your dom, little rabbit?”“Yes.” Her red-brown brows drew together. “What’s wrong?”“Not a thing.” He gave her a faint smile, and his gravelly voice deepened. “I thought I’d tell you we’re getting married next month.”~Nolan and Beth~”

“People—especially men—don't always know what they want. You try, and if it doesn't work, then you may quit.” With a broken heart. As if she'd read her mind, Abuelita frowned and scolded, “Hearts mend, but lost chances are gone forever.”

“He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, sprite, but you are definitely little.”

“Well hell. He’d gotten sucked right into caring for this little bundle of troubles.”

“A little insecurity in a submissive wasn’t a bad thing, but her doubts shouldn’t be whether the Dominant cared.”