You're beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can't shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there's anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can't even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsBut even as she told herself that, she remembered the way Cal had looked today with his shirt off while heโd stood on the ladder and scraped the side of Annieโs house. Watching those muscles bunch and flex every time he moved had made her crazy and sheโd finally grabbed his shirt, thrown it at him, and delivered a stern lecture on the depletion of the ozone layer and skin cancer.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsYou happened to me,You scare me to death, you know. When you stormed into my life, you turned everything inside out. You upset all the things I believed about myself and made me think in new ways. I know who I used to be, but Iโm finally ready to figure out who I am. Cynicism gets tiring, Isabel, and youโve . . . rested me.And donโt you dare tell me youโve stopped loving me back, because youโre still a better person than I am, and Iโm counting on you to take more care with my heart than I took with yours.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips