What have you stuffed in your pants, MacKeltar?" she demanded. "Nothing that wasn't God-given," he replied stiffly. Gwen stared. "There's no way that's part of you. You must have gotten a sock or something stuck. Oh, my." She pried her gaze from his groin.
Karen Marie MoningWas he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?โ Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. โIt was like being owned.โ Some women like that.โ Not me.โ Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.โ I doubt it. I couldnโt breathe with him kissing me.โ One day you may kiss a man you canโt breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.โ Right, and one day my prince might come.โ I doubt heโll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.
Karen Marie MoningYou were firing questions at me today, trying to get inside my head. You asked if I believe in God. I told you of course I do - I've always had a strong sense of self
Karen Marie MoningHe didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.
Karen Marie MoningHours later, Adam propped himself up on an elbow and stared down at Gabrielle, pondering what made beauty. He thought he was beginning to understand. It wasn't symmetry of features; it wasn't perfection. It was uniqueness. That which one person had that no other possessed. That which was only their own.
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