If someone would ask me what a beautiful life means, I would hold you close to me and kiss your lips, then I would answer with a smile: Like that. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Can I make you something to eat?” She watched his lips for an answer. “I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” Blake smiled. He knows I won’t give up. “You’re my favorite kind of trouble. Please?” Livia batted her eyelashes and… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
