Maybe a little late for this year but a fun idea for those who like to read or be read too.
Spying a dusty red binding on the lower shelf, Dana pulled at the tightly wedged volume. Unbeknownst to her, her jostling had caused a book to dislodge and tumble from its precarious position on the top shelf. Then she heard it – the sound of a sudden movement and leather against flesh. She looked up, surprised. “What?” her blue eyes widened as she took in the sight. “If I startled you, my apologies.” The man in dark silk smiled at her through electric brown eyes and then reached up toward the skewed shelf, adjusted it, and returned the book. His voice was like his clothing, soft, rich, almost beckoning. The dim light fell gently on his dark brown hair and shoulders. Impossibly wide shoulders... Dana felt her heart skip a beat; how picturesque. His arms seemed not to stretch as he reached to resettle the shelf. Watching from below, comprehension dawned, she tucked her red hair behind her ears in nervousness. Ah, the noise. She eyed the angle, and a shudder wracked her body. The whole shelf could have toppled were it not for this curious stranger. She had to clear her throat before she could speak, her mind filled with images of heavy, sharp-cornered objects landing on her head. “Thanks for the rescue,” Dana said. Then with a grin added, “Quick hands.” “Only when there is need, I assure you.” Andy smiled, teeth reflecting bright in the dusty air, those broad shoulders casting a shadow over Dana. He nodded in what might almost have been considered a bow and then turned sideways and was gone. One moment there, the next he’d vanished as though he’d never been...
A lascivious grin was spoiled by the frothy mustache Jessie wore; cross-eyed, she glared at it, twisting up her mouth, remnants of her latte still clinging to her lips. “Do stop licking your lips that way; some man might get the right idea about you, and then where would you be?” Dana was only half kidding, blue eyes ablaze. “Where every cat longs to be, my sweet innocent little bookworm. Completely in the cream.” She batted her eyelashes outrageously making Dana laugh. “So, your date last night?” “Oh, it was perfect. A perfect catastrophe,” Jessie grinned. “I told you he was in the adult education program, right?” She waited for Dana to nod, all-the-while choking on her own laughter. “Well, we finally got around to talking about what he studies.” Giggles began to emerge, making her slur her words. “That yummy little Brad-Pitt-in-Thelma-and-Louise I was drooling over is here studying to become a priest!” “Oh, no!” Dana sat back and burst into laughter of her own. “What did you do?” “Oh, I merely suggested that an in-depth knowledge of temptation and sin might help in his work. I even offered to give him a guided tour.” “You didn’t!” It was purely rhetorical; knowing Jessie, Dana was quite sure she had. “What did he say?” “I thought I heard ‘get thee behind me’, but he was running the other way, so I could be wrong.” If Dana hadn’t already finished her drink, she’d have choked...
Andy sighed. He longed to go to Dana, to comfort her, to caress her, but he could not, and so he remained outside, just below her window, watching and listening. He thought of her silky red hair and dancing blue eyes. His mouth filled with the bittersweet taste of longing. The first flush of dawn chased him away, but before he left, he thrust a note beneath her window sash. I have watched from the shadows;you are brighter than sunlight. It might have been more poetic than literal, but he meant it truly; hers was a warmth that would not burn him to ash – though it did seem to have seared its way into his heart.
There are also childrens books
I am not usually one for the valentines holdiay. I feel like its a hallmark event that is not all about how much you care for the other people in your life but how much you are willing to spend on them. Shouldnt we be treating the others in our life like its Valenines day every day?
I do however like cheesy so I am getting me one of those books!!
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