I’ve Told You Before, I Love Like

I've Always Thought It Was About Finding The Right Person. But It's About Choosing The Right Person, Isn't It?

Annabelle Gave Him A Chiding Smile. “if You’re Implying That I’m Spoiled, I Assure You That I Am Not.” “you Should Be.” His Warm Gaze Slid Over Her Pink-tinted Face And Slender Upper Body, Then Sought Hers Again. There Was A Note In His Voice That Gently Robbed Her Of Breath. “you Could Do With A Bit Of Spoiling.

I've Got About Ten Things To Say To You Right Now. But At Least Nine Of Them Would Make Me Sound Like A Psycho.” In Spite Of The Seriousness Of The Situation, I Nearly Smiled. “what’s The Tenth Thing?” I Asked His Shirtfront. He Paused, Considering It. “never Mind,” He Grumbled. “that One Would Make Me Sound Like A Psycho, Too.

You Know What It Is You Smell On Him, Haven? Testosterone. It's Leaking Out Of His Pores.

I Suppose Now I'm Obliged To Wish You Happiness In Your New Life. Although Happiness In The Absence Of Indoor Plumbing Is A Debatable Concept.