Out of the millions of books in the world, you can narrow it down to one favorite?” She steps between two romance shelves, and I follow her into the aisle as she runs her fingers over the colorful spines. “There are so many good ones. How could I pick?” Stepping in front of her, I place a gentle hand to her stomach, pushing her back until she’s pinned against the shelf of books. My shoe tips bump hers, and she’s forced to lift her chin to meet my eyes.
if i ever see a couple in love like this at my local bookstore it would pmo
