No touching? Screw that. She was going to touch tall, dark and sexy all over. This was her dream.
RetributionI breathe in...the silence of my own heart aching with tenderness with memories.. Of home.
A touch, a tear, a tempestmy love is a winter’s mist gently dissolving through the window at the nape of your neck.
A touch, a tear, a tempestkisses happen when my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.
A touch, a tear, a tempest(It’s) a fair exchange. You’re giving me attention. That’s a form of affection, you know.
A Touch of WonderEvery time he touched her, the touch felt new, like something they had just invented together.
Untold