Here is a snippet on one of Falcon’s favorite things.
“When I was six I asked my mum for a violin. She asked me what I liked about the violin and I told her it sounded like love.”
She glanced at him, a smile playing against moist lips. Like she’d just licked them.
She dropped her gaze to the bowl.
He must have made her uncomfortable. That was understandable since they did not know one another. But she was adorable, and would have to forgive him.
She swirled spaghetti around the fork and the cheese got soaked with sauce.
He passed her the grater of parmesan cheese.” A third helping?”
She giggled.
He watched pouty lips quirk up into a teasing moue. Innocent enough, but it was also an erotic affectation she seemed unaware of. That same expression had transformed her features several times tonight, particularly when she was about to share something
amusing.
Hi Danita, I love this. I like your writing.
Patricia♥
Hi Danita, I loved it. I like your writing style.
Patricia ♥
Hi Patricia!
Thanks so much. 🙂
That certainly whets my appetite!
Hi Rossana!
Yes, I think food is sexy:)