“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
“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
