“Attraction The whites of his eyes pull me like moons. He smiles. I believe his face. Already my body slips down in the chair: I recline on my side, offering peeled grapes. I can taste his tongue in my mouth… — Enid Shomer Copy Share Image
“Attraction The whites of his eyes pull me like moons. He smiles. I believe his face. Already my body slips down in the chair:… — Enid Shomer Copy Share Image
“But was this the touted bliss of love that she'd read about in Madame Sand's spicy novels? It was not the crushing sensation she'd… — Enid Shomer Copy Share Image
“Flo hated how public an event affection inevitably became. Marrying in a church while scrutinized by dozens of people struck her as a barbaric… — Enid Shomer Copy Share Image
“How could you determine a man's intention if you didn't speak his language or share his beliefs? She'd happily embarked on a study of… — Enid Shomer Copy Share Image
