“Hi, Sunshine,” he says quietly. Then he leans down and lightly kisses my forehead. “Why do you call me that?” I ask… — Lashell Collins Copy Share Image
“When his solo came at the end of the song, he poured his heart into it, directing all of his energy into the guitar… — Lashell Collins Copy Share Image
“Hi, Sunshine,” he says quietly. Then he leans down and lightly kisses my forehead. “Why do you call me that?” I ask softly as… — Lashell Collins Copy Share Image
“You are so handsome it should be a crime, Detective.” My voice is soft and full of longing, and he turns and gives me… — Lashell Collins Copy Share Image
“Joshua.” My name softly escapes her lips as if she's dreaming, and it sounds … almost magical. I hate 'Joshua,' especially since only the… — Lashell Collins Copy Share Image
“You are so amazing, Donna,” he panted softly as he held her. Lifting her head, she looked into his eyes and smiled. “Think you'll… — Lashell Collins Copy Share Image
