Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Gotta Love that 'Harper"

Harper felt his pride swell, amongst other things. “God, do you know what a spitfire you are? Jonas could never have kept up with you. Why, I don’t even know if I can.” He closed the space between them then tilted her chin upward with his forefinger. Her eyes dilated and widened when he bent down and kissed her gently on her pink lips, but she didn’t pull away. “You see, Chantel, when two people are as attracted physically to one another as we are, nothing else matters. Physically and mentally we are matched and god only knows how we’re going to get though this, but we will. Wait until my aunt meets you; she’ll be begging me to marry you.”

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