My Heroines, More Often Than Not, Are

Confucius Say, Man With Hand In Pocket Feel Cocky All Day

I Had Never Seen Hair That Purely Black. It Was Glossy And Slightly Long, The Ends Drifting Over His Collar. That Sexy Length Was The Crowning Touch Of Bad Boy Hotness Over The Successful Businessman, Like Whipped Cream Topping On A Hot Fudge Brownie Sundae. As My Mother Would Say, Only Rogues And Raiders Had Hair Like That." (eva About Gideon)

What Would I Do Without You? You're Never Going To Find Out.

Maybe There Were People Out There Whose Love Could Survive Anything, But Mine Was Fragile. It Needed To Be Nurtured In Order To Thrive And Grow.

He Reached For My Hand, Lifted It To His Lips, And Kissed My Fingertips. "i Love You.