Instead he leaned closer, gaze meeting hers from behind his horn-rims. "Then go fix it. If you love him, it's worth it, Reese.
Erin McCarthyWhat are you looking at?"
"The woman I love." With all his heart and soul.
Reese looked over her shoulder. "Where? I don't see any one." Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.
Can I get you anything? A drink? A fresh change of clothes? A membership card to Hypocrites International?
Erin McCarthyAmanda meant to move, but somehow her feet didn't do anything. They were like Quebec, determined to be independent.
Erin McCarthyTags: independent move stuck quebec
Once upon a time she had liked to dance. When she had been about the same age as the little brunette out there who kept lifting her dress up over her head. Now that was living. Just lift your dress if you wanted to get down and don't worry what anyone thought.
Erin McCarthyTags: humor inspirational dance childhood living
-Hello, welcome to Wal-Mart.
Amanda lifted up her pink sunglasses to gape at the old guy in the requisite blue vest.
- Ohmigod, it's just like the commercial. If a smiling yellow dot bounces toward me, I'm going to freak out.
Laurel watched his lips intently as he spoke. He thought it was pretty amazing that she knew what he was saying just from reading his lips. But it also meant a lot of times her eyes were on his mouth, not meeting his gaze. Which gave him the sneaky ability to watch her more closely than he could anyone else, without her thinking he was staring.
Erin McCarthyI want to have sex with you" he told her back. "Touch you until you squirm with pleasure."
Laurel's head shot around. "What did you say?"
Oh, shit. He had never actually verified how much or how little Laurel could hear.
Tags: russ
Then he was forming letters again, one at a time on her back, while Laurel clung to him, full of heart and body, still joined to him intimately. Wanting his words, needing them, moved profoundly by them.
I love you.
One letter after the other, until they were all there, telling her everything she needed to know here in the dark.
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit..." Suzanne
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