parkerxdarren:
He watched her reaction closely; the grip, the expression, and oh, jackpot. Darren smiled at her, even though the sentence send his way was sharp. “Judging from the fact I did get punched in the face, I think you know,” he said warmly, relaxing slightly. The whispers in his head purred almost happily, and he raised his beer to her a little. “The Sixth Sense kind of screamer.”
the sixth sense kind. it was not an explanation she’d been offered before but in a peculiar way it fit. wary gaze flickers over the male, eyeing him uncertainly. he wasn’t what she’d expected in a kindred spirit, another of her kind. but he was the first she’d met. “you’re one too ??”












