His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise. — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“His lips brushed my forehead. “Look at me.” I sighed and opened my eyes. His fingers traced my jawline. “Just be with me. That’s all. I don’t have an agenda or a time frame. If it takes fifty years to… — Lisa Kessler Copy Share Image
