For some unknown reason, success usually occurs in private, while failure occurs in full view.
Looking at him, she saw her future and felt all the ragged tears in her heart heal themselves. "I fit," she whispered in marvel, stepping into him. "I fit with you." He nodded and wrapped his arms around her. "Perfectly."
Men are like roses. You have to watch out for the pricks.
The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.
Iām already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.
Oh boy. His chest was smooth and warm and hard as stone, and she wanted to both touch and nibble. And lick. Could she pretty please lick?