Sunday, September 25, 2011

This Fabric Reminds Me of a Romance Novel

She knew he was trouble as soon as she met his dark, angry eyes. Such pretty eyes too, why did men always get the thick eyelashes?

She wasn't some namby, pamby push around kind of girl either. She was a solid 40 year old woman, darn it all, and had been married before, and was well versed at this relationship business.

She'd told herself to calm down when he made an obvious move to talk to her, and he'd commented on the avocado she'd forgotten she was holding.

"Press down on the end, see if it gives any." He'd said,and then sort of ducked his head, like a bashful boy realizing he'd spoken out of turn.

Well that did it. That did it. little boy cute yes, but oh, so yummy, in a grown up sort of way.

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