“And the way it felt?" I whisper, as if that might soften the blow of embarrassment I'm about to deal. "Is that… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“Those deep set eyes that look like they could tell stories for days, and that wavy brown hair that feels soft between… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“He takes two steps back. Closer to the portal. I can't stop myself. "Ben," I call. And I'm not even embarrassed about… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
“Reaching out, I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. And I move into his space until we're not even… — Elizabeth Norris Copy Share Image
