Women should never go without earrings. Passing on them is an opportunity missed.
Mary. Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. Lassiter? I’m over here. Where? She looked all around. Why is your voice echoing? Chimney. What? I’m stuck in the...
Me carrying a briefcase is like a hotdog wearing earrings.
I touch the double row of silver hoop earrings hanging from his left ear, trail along his jawline, his neck, down his shoulder, to the flaming tail of the dragon on his arm. He leans into the caress,...