Darlin', old don't mean dead.
Dating and getting to really know a woman is a different game. Kind of like the difference in Monopoly and Texas Hold 'Em.
His heart found something that it doesn't want to live without, he whispered.
I couldn't even see that woman because I have blinders on when you are around, and every single thought in my head is about you.
A match made in heaven? He chuckled. Probably not in heaven but right now you can take me there and we'll check it out. She smiled.
You like legs? she asked. On you, yes. On a chicken, I prefer wings and breasts. She picked up both legs with her fingers. Then we are going to get along just fine.
Oh. My. God. he murmured as it all ended in a crescendo complete with beautiful sparks and all the bells and whistles of fantastic makeup sex. Five full minutes later he propped up on a an elbow and k...
I stabbed him, Lizzy said bluntly. That's how he got that scar. Why? I'm sorry. That's personal. I shouldn't ask that. She blushed. It's okay. Lizzy laid a hand on the woman's arm. I was mad at a woma...
And where are you going tonight? Katy asked. Cinderella and I are going to the ball. If she loses a glass slipper, I will bring it by tomorrow. He smiled.
You know what they say about angels? she asked. That they have wings and a halo? No, that they are just wild women who've had the hell screwed out of them, she said with another giggle.
Will you go on a date with me Friday night? A real date, not a pretend one? I'll probably be so clumsy that you won't go out with me a second time, but please say yes.