“I want to show you something,” I say. What?” He dabs at his lips with the napkin, and for a moment I’m wishing so hard that I am that napkin that I can almost feel myself changing, becoming thin and papery and white. “Cal?” I sit back and feel myself blushing, feel it from the tips of my toes all the way to the heat at the backs of my ears.” WayWantFeelsI CanHardMomentsShowsWishWhiteBecomingEarsLipsHeatToesBlushingNapkinsDabs Author:Brad Barkley
“I pu my finger to her lips. "You have to hush a minute so that I can tell you something." "What?" she says, bites my finger. I look at her. "I love you." She gets quiet, the kind of quiet that sinks into her, softens her. "Well that works out," she finally says, her voice deeper and breathless, her eyes moist, "because I love you too." She turns, leans against my arm, and settles into me.” WellsLooksKindI CanEyeTurnsVoiceMinutesLove YouArmsQuietFingersLipsWork OutDeeperSettlingBitesHer EyesHushBreathlessI Love You Too Author:Brad Barkley
