“And I could tell from the look in them when you’d get close to me. When you’d smell me. I could tell.” I want to jerk him close and smack him until he adds in a tender, sensual voice, “Your eyes are my undoing.”
contemplatively, her eyes a little dreamy. “With love, I don’t think you handle it. It handles you. It’s like a painting you’re working on, and you think you’re making the art but really the art’s making you.”
A wonderful view on love
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