“Nathan was shirtless. His muscular, tanned body left me breathless. He wore red sport shorts, and was barefoot. His reddish brown hair was wet, sticking up.” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“opened the door. He was leaning with his arm up on the frame, and his other hand on his hip. The way he was standing caught me off-guard. I’d noticed the red T-shirt and the blue jeans he wore, but with his arm up like that, the muscles in his arm and shoulders were much more noticeable. My heart tripped… — C.L. Stone Copy Share
“So how about this,” he said, focusing on the pan. “The next time we get the chance, you” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“She fell over," Nathan said. "Yeah," Gabriel said. "I thought fainted all graceful. She just crashed” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“I looked back at Corey, sharing a glance with him. Corey smiled and lifted his hands up in a have-no-idea way. Russians are complicated.” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“I am not your doormat to lay out your problems on and then vanish without a word.” “Huh?” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“Will you stop being cute? Your nose is smudging the window. My god, you’re worse than a puppy,” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
“Avoiding heartbreak by never giving out my heart was the best solution.” — C.L. Stone Copy Share Image
