“Any more questions?" I ask, poking him gently in the ribs. "Do you still love me any?" Eliot asks, putting his hand over mine. "A little." "A little?" he asks, pulling away from me. "A lot." "How much?" he asks. "More than chocolate chip cookies." "Mmm" he says, kissing my shoulder. "More than walking on the beach." Eliot kisses me on the neck. "More than . . ." I pause, turning to look at him. "More than?" he asks, kissing my lips. I turn toward him. "Anything.” LooksLittlesStillsHandsTurnsAsksMinesWalkingKissingLipsShouldersBeachNecksChocolatePullingPausesChipsCookiesKiss MeRibsEliotChocolate ChipsChocolate Chip CookiesPulling AwayWalking On The BeachDo You Still Love Me Author:Brad Barkley
“You asked me if I believed in magic, and I said yes, and that's how. You just step out, start pulling your life out of the air. You make friends, you find work you really like doing, you find places. You find diners and Laundromats. You find beaches. You find a junk car and drive it for a month, then lave it beside the road. You find someone to fall in love with you. You make it all up as you go. Or, you know, maybe it makes you up.” IfsKnowsSaidFallStepsMagicAirLove YouCarMonthsFalling In LoveBeachPullingJunkDoing YouDinersLaundromats Book:Dream Factory Source: Dream Factory
