“Listen here, Darlin', you don't get to call me Mr. Jacobson..." His large hand gently but firmly grabbed my arm and pulled me back to face him, his broad shoulders folding forward, his face inches from mine, his eyes soft, his smile a teasing grin. "... until I can call you Mrs. Jacobson.” RomanceFaithCowboy RomanceClean RomanceLoveatfirstsightRancher Romance Book:Miracles in Mercy: Max & Delilah Source: Miracles in Mercy: Max & Delilah
“Ele havia voltado. Quando seus olhares se chocaram, eu podia jurar que senti um ar quente me tocar. Seus olhos pareciam o sol líquido querendo invadir, a todo custo, uma noite perfeita. He was back. When their eyes met, I could swear that I felt a gust of warm air. His eyes looked like molten suns trying to invade, by any means necessary, a perfect night.” InspirationContosLoveatfirstsightShortstoryAmoraprimeiravista Author:Hayanna Tisserand, Amor à Primeira Vista