Sophie Kinsella Quote
Some time in the early hours of the morning, I find myself staring at him in the dim bedroom light, at the strong, lithe form of him. His back has a curve to it like the sweep of a boat. I steal out a hand to stroke it, wondering whether he’s awake, when he turns and his eyes glint at me.Do you sail? I say, half sleepily.No. Used to row, though.Huh. I nod my head: That makes sense.
Sophie Kinsella
Some time in the early hours of the morning, I find myself staring at him in the dim bedroom light, at the strong, lithe form of him. His back has a curve to it like the sweep of a boat. I steal out a hand to stroke it, wondering whether he’s awake, when he turns and his eyes glint at me.Do you sail? I say, half sleepily.No. Used to row, though.Huh. I nod my head: That makes sense.