“What are you doing?" He asks looking intimidating. I shrug, "I want pancakes." "I'll make you pancakes." I laugh and turn around to walk backwards, "I don’t want your pancakes. I want normal pancakes. Not head game pancakes. Not maybe… — Tara Brown Copy Share Image
“Maybe love was a woman feeding him pancakes. Maybe it was someone sitting across from him sipping orange juice just to please him.” — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
