“Eli eased back enough to breathe words onto Quinn's mouth. 'Well? Romantic enough?' 'My heart's aflutter.' Eli sank away. 'All the fluttering is in my balls.” — K.A. Mitchell Copy Share Image
I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line. — Nathalia Crane Copy Share Image
