“Oh, I’m old fashioned, you see,” he said, pushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes, only to have the wind whip the locks right back where they were. “I think a man should jump into a frigid river… — Angela Horn Copy Share Image
“What happened, Blue?” Lacey asked, joining me in line. “I think a guy came along and stopped me. That or I made him up in my head so I could back out of my plan.” “Was he hot?” Lacey asked, running her manicured nails through her long locks. “Yeah, very much so. Thanks for asking.” “Then he probably was an… — Angela Horn Copy Share
“What’s wrong, Bluebell?” he asked, using both hands to play now. “I met this guy and I just wonder if he’ll be okay with me, you know, touching you and going to the opera and stuff?” “We are friends and your possessive boyfriend will need to accept how you are not his pet.” My gaze met Tyson’s and I’d be… — Angela Horn Copy Share
“Oh, I’m old fashioned, you see,” he said, pushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes, only to have the wind whip the… — Angela Horn Copy Share Image
