As she gazed deeply into his blue-green eyes, she felt herself drawn inexorably into a fathomless pool of desire that felt like surrendering to the deliciously burning heat of a summer sun. Cupping her cheek tenderly in his calloused hand, his lips hovered over hers, drawing out the moment. Then he said in a husky voice,… Ever paint yourself into a corner like this? We all have. What’s a writer to do? Go people watching – Sometimes, grabbing a solo coffee and sitting in the corner of a![]()
