Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Typed | Cast a Spell On Me

“Those eyes, they cast a spell on me. A spell that not even I could break. As you spoke my eyes focused on the way your face shifted with your words. My ears noticed the tones in your voice and how they changed with the rhythm of your heartbeat against your flesh. My nose, well, it picked up the scent of you. Warm. Willing. Welcoming. Wanting. And here I was, waiting. “ ~ Erin Rose … WIP book untitled... 

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