Tender Headed Mga Nobela at Kwento

He anxiously rubbed his brow, "Cami, you two aren't the same. She's too pure and innocent—she's no match for you." The word "pure" stung me. Distant yet deeply carved memories came flooding back, making my heart ache. So, it was purity that he liked after all.

Heather liked it when it snowed, so much so that she wouldn’t mind going outside while it was snowing to look at the snowscape. The sun was shining even brighter today than it was yesterday. After checking the weather report, she was a little disappointed to find that it wasn’t going to snow over the next few days. When the breeze blew past them, the hair on her forehead would get lifted up, and she would lower her head from time to time with her blushed cheeks. It reminded Matthias of the lyrics from a song: ‘The gentleness when you lower your head, especially, makes you look like a bashful water lotus unable to overcome the cool wind.’

He only pressed the tip of my tail against his collarbone. It felt cold and nice. Without meaning to, I stretched my tail closer, wanting more. "Where else do you wanna touch?" He smiled like he was baiting me. I gulped. "Can I?" Arnold looked down at me and answered generously, "Sure. Just call me 'honey'." Desire punched logic into the ground in under three seconds. Logic lost. I choked up. "Honey, please…" I pointed at his abs with the tip of my tail.

“It’s fine. It is actually kind of adorable,” Anna said with a bright smile that reaches her brown eyes. Zack’s cheeks flush slightly at her description of him as ‘adorable’, a rare vulnerability creeping into his otherwise confident demeanour. The compliment catches him off guard, unused to hearing such positive adjustive directed at him beyond physical attraction. “Adorable?” he repeats with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. “Since when do I get called adorable? Usually it is more like ‘annoying’ or ‘troublemaker’.” He runs a hand through is bleached blond hair self-consciously, avoiding her direct gaze for a moment. When he looks back up at her, there is a softness in his green ey

~ JESSE ~ Head back so those tendons on his neck stood proud, shoulders and arms tight and flexed, but outstretched like he’d opened his arms to God, Cazz’s back arched, and his entire body quivered… he was stunning and surrendered, and I wanted him.

I said. A smile brushed his lips, his head nodding as he sipped from his wine. “ I know, maybe I got lost,” he answered. He looked away finally, dashing his side view on my face. He looked perfect from that angle. Tony was different from every Blackwood I had met in the Blackwood world. While others let their wealth get to their head, he was calm and humble. He reminded me of my father. It was my turn to stay at him, and this time, my eyes were doing justice to his features.

The tender touch sends pleasant shivers down my spine, soothing and arousing all at once. I hesitate, my lip caught between my teeth as the words linger on the tip of my tongue. I yearn for him to share the full story with me, yet I fear pushing him away by pressing too hard. "You know we need to talk about it, right?" I finally muster, my voice barely more than a whisper, tinged with uncertainty.