The Very Young And The Very Old

People In Hell Want Snowcones.

I’ve Never Been The One. Not For Anybody.” He Closed The Distance Between Them. “you’ll Get Used To It.” He Tipped Her Face Up To His, Kissed Her. “why? Why Am I The One?” “because My Life Opened Up, And It Flooded With Color When You Walked Back Into It.

He Gave Her A Quick, Casual Kiss On The Cheek First. Then Came The Hug, And It Was The Hug That Always Made Laurel’s Heart Mush. Serious Grip, Cheek To The Hair, Eyes Closed, Just A Little Sway. Del’s Hugs Mattered, She Thought, And Made Him Impossible To Resist.

The Outward Appearance Would Never Indicate They Were Brothers. (...) But She Could See That At The Moment They Were As United As Triplets In The Womb.

I Decided To Write Category Romance As I'd Recently Discovered Them, And Enjoyed Them.