“You heard the First Angel.” His hand brushed across my forehead, his touch remarkably tender for someone who had me pinned down. “She officially ordered me to finish cuddling first.” “I wouldn’t call that an order so much as permission,”… — Ella Summers Copy Share Image
Have you noticed that the imbecile always smiles? Man's first frown is the first touch of God on his forehead. The touch of thought. — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
