Who's that little brunette?" Suzanne asked. "I hate little petite types. Gregory doesn't look right with someone petite. Little face, little hands, little dainty feet." "Big boobs," Beth said, glancing up.
Elizabeth ChandlerI took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.
Elizabeth ChandlerI think Iโm dying to get to know a particular guy. Then he opens his mouth and ruins it.
Elizabeth ChandlerI leaned back against him and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I could feel the river water dripping off of him. "Thank you" I whispered. When I looked up, I saw he was crying.
Elizabeth ChandlerHer hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.
Elizabeth Chandler