He kissed me hungrily, biting my lip. When he pulled away, we were both breathing heavily and he kept staring at my lips. "I don't want to be your friend, Lucia. I want to kiss your neck and wake up next to you every morning that we have left.
Hawk was right about having a summer home, huh?" "It's beautiful, Beau. So much light." "I was just thinking.Hawk is right down the road. Charles is a couple hours away, and Mulcahy is moving to the next town ove
“Shalom Harlow and Marc Vanderloo photographed by Bruce Weber for Versace Autumn/Winter, It’s as if we’ve stumbled across something we shouldn’t - a theme recurrent in Bruce Weber’s black and white imagery from the