Even sporting a frown, his upper lip was full with a pronounced 'Cupid's bow' that inspired the image of her nibbling his tender flesh to manifest in her mind. At the thought, her cheeks heated with a blush she knew he saw by the smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth.What are ya thinkin' about? He winked, adding insult to injury where her pride was concerned.Taking a step back and turning on her heel, Abigail growled, I was thinking you have the manners of a stable boy but are dressed like knight.
~ Julia Mills