Mencheres dropped his hands from my shoulders. “You know that’s what he wants. He’ll want to trade, you for her.” “Then I’ll… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
Then why are you crying?” “Because of you!” I beat my fists on his chest. “Because I love you, and I don’t… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street. — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
“She clasped his hands and pressed her lips to them. 'I want you to be proud of me,' he repeated. She dropped… — Natasha Farrant Copy Share Image
“Spend the night with me.” (...) “I’m tired of living like I’m not alive.” He dropped his hands from my face to… — Wendy Higgins Copy Share Image
