“Each night they left the balcony door open so they could hear the surf lapping against the sand. And, once when the wind was high, and the waves pounded against the beach, he'd smoothed her hair and whispered, after having… — Monica Starkman Copy Share Image
“He felt her relax as his fingers caressed her back and moved lower to her buttocks, slick, yet firm, beneath the water. "You're not going to wash my hair, are you?" she whispered.” — E.B. Brown Copy Share Image
