“. . . Your hair--it's kind of wavy. Indian in your blood, or are you a hypocrite and texturize your hair?" He… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“Eye contact creates wars, creates fights, but eye contact also creates arousal. I felt the weird, pointless tingles, and I read his… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“He asked, "May I kiss you?" I stopped blinking. The six lanes of traffic stopped moving. That question made the world stop… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“You're a pretty woman." "I'm almost as pretty as that silver wedding ring on your left hand.” — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
“My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than… — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
