Go to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the lose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Still with me?" he asked, smoothing the hair back from her forehead. "What the hell was that?" He laughed, propping his head… — Cherrie Lynn Copy Share Image
“Well, looks like you won't be reaching nirvana anytime soon." She pushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead and sniffed.… — Beth Hoffman Copy Share Image
