“Charlem watched, his heart lodged somewhere in his windpipe, as she spun, the candlelight making love to the planes of her face, and her eyes locked on his own for a brief infinity.” — March McCarron Copy Share Image
“Charlem watched, his heart lodged somewhere in his windpipe, as she spun, the candlelight making love to the planes of her face, and her… — March McCarron Copy Share Image
