“Hold on." He reaches back, his hand momentarily grazing my thigh. I lean into him, my arms tighten around his waist as the waves bounce up and down. We're skin to skin, two bodies melded together into one. I want… — Deborah Blumenthal Copy Share Image
“Hold on." He reaches back, his hand momentarily grazing my thigh. I lean into him, my arms tighten around his waist as the waves… — Deborah Blumenthal Copy Share
“I don't have to bitch, because Bunny's doing enough for all of us. Clearly Miss Homemaker doesn't find hiking as easy as pie, because… — Deborah Blumenthal Copy Share
“When you lose someone who's as close as your own skin, the only place you can find him again is hidden inside your memories.” — Deborah Blumenthal Copy Share
“A voice was whispering to her. "Breathe, breathe, breathe," it kept urging. A warm body was over hers, pressed against her. Someone bigger than… — Deborah Blumenthal Copy Share
