“I blush so easily. Even when I'm not embarrassed, I blush. It's so embarrassing.” — Brenda Hodnett Copy Share Image
“Cinderella, who were you thinking of when you refused my touch last night?” Friedrich asked, his voice flat. She set her shoulders and did not respond. “Please,” he said. She turned around. “Who do you think it was, but you,… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
