His somber gaze met hers and then drifted to her lips.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
Alex pulled her too him, his lips seeking hers hungrily.
When his gaze met hers, it was bland.
His big hand engulfed hers gently, yet his grip was strong.
His gaze bored into hers, immediately identifying the source of her apprehension.
He lifted the cup to take a sip and his eyes met hers accusatively.
Yet, one backward glance at the hard lines of the face over hers reminded her that there was more than the gentle side to him.
His feelings for her were as genuine as hers for him.
His lips found hers, warm and searching for a response.
His plans hadn't worked out, so now he was bitter because hers did?
His face was over hers, his body crushing her into the sand.
She held hers up for him to see.
Slowly he lowered his head to hers and his lips found hers - warm and questioning.
His gaze lifted to hers and he smiled as he noted the rising color in her cheeks.
His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.
His lips crushed down on hers, bruising them as his fingers dug into her shoulders.
Only this time his lips left hers and wandered to her neck, sending her heartbeat into frenzy.
His lips became more urgent as they found hers again.
It all appeared innocent until her feet touched the ground, and then he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as his lips sought hers hungrily.
His hand covered hers and he took it in his, kissing it tenderly.
One of the men was in plain sight in the middle of the condo.
He leaned his forehead against hers, listening to her breathe.
The manor house had been built several hundred years ago, and every room but hers was a reflection of her father's wealth.
He kissed her again more deeply and then rested his forehead against hers with a sigh.
A friend of hers who is a florist asks if she can advertise on the site.
Indeed, I feel that the success is hers more than mine; for she is my constant inspiration....
She reaches out and touches the leaves, and the world of growing things is hers, as truly as it is ours, to enjoy while she holds the leaves in her fingers and smells the blossoms, and to remember when the walk is done.
'Truth crushed to earth shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshipers.'
She replied in her usual simple manner that this name day of hers had been one of the pleasantest she had ever had.
He blushed hotly, raised his eyes to hers, and said:
When she was not looking at him she felt that he was looking at her shoulders, and she involuntarily caught his eye so that he should look into hers rather than this.
His left hand pressed hers so that she understood that he had long been waiting for her to come.
But to the old countess those contemporaries of hers seemed to be the only serious and real society.