Tuxedo Guy looked even better the closer he got to us- tall wide shoulders, smooth skin, those lips.
Myra McEntireStichwörter: hourglass michael-weaver
You know, Scarlett, Rhett didn't give a damn, and frankly, I don't either.
Myra McEntireStichwörter: hourglass emerson-cole
I walked in without knocking. The screen door banged to a close behind me announcing my presence. I followed my nose to the kitchen and found Kaleb standing by the stove. He stirred something that smelled absolutely delicious a wooden spoon in one hand and a huge chef’s knife in the other.
“Are you sober?” I asked from the doorway.
He turned and leveled a smile at me that made me a little wobbly. “I am."
“Good. Because if not I was going to take the deadly kitchen utensil away from you.” I crossed the room and pulled myself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. A cutting board full of green peppers and two uncut stalks of celery waited for attention from the knife. Melted butter and diced onions bubbled in a sauté pan on the stove. “You cook."
Kaleb was so pretty I was jealous. Pretty with ripped muscles and a tattoo of a red dragon covering most of his upper body. “Yes,” he said. “I cook.”
“Do you usually wear a wife beater and,” I pushed him back a little by his shoulder “an apron that says ‘Kiss the Cook’ while you’re doing it? ”
He leaned so close to me my heart skipped a couple of beats. “I’ll wear it all the time if you’ll consider it.
Stichwörter: humor emerson-cole kaleb-ballard
He bent down burying his face in my neck. I reached back to grab onto the iron bars behind me to hold myself up. My jacket slipped off my shoulders. I was pretty sure I was on fire and at that moment I would have sworn that bursting into flame was a glorious way to go.
Myra McEntireStichwörter: hourglass emerson-cole michael-weaver
I’d never touched alcohol—doesn’t mix too well with crazy pills—but I knew at that moment what it must feel like to be drunk. Everything in my world shifted, and I knew I would trade every breath I’d ever taken for more of him. In a heartbeat.
Myra McEntireYour size makes you seem delicate, like a spiderweb. But the wise fly knows that delicate can also be strong.
Myra McEntireI love you - broken in pieces, whole, however. No matter what the future brings, no matter what was in the past.
Myra McEntireCrazy like he's a serial killer, or crazy like he attends Star Trek conventions in full costume?"
"That's only crazy if you dress like a Klingon," I pointed out.
My breath caught in my throat.
Buttered biscuits and honey.
"You're not what I expected.
Aren't I supposed to be brave, fearless? Isn't that what the world expects?"
"Screw what the world expects. Think about all the things you've faced. You cracked, but you didn't break. You're still standing. I'd call that fearless. You've already conquered so much.
Stichwörter: hourglass emerson-cole michael-weaver
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