Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Unwritten Rule

The Unwritten Rule
Elizabeth Scott

He's looking at me like—well, like he wants to look at me.
Like he likes what hes sees, and he's smiling and hiw eyes are so blue, even in the faint flow of the porch light they shine, and I nod dumbly, blindly, and then grope for the door handle, telling myself to look away and yet not able to do it.

-Hayz's Review-
Another charmer by Miss Scott. Although the friend was kind of a bitch to her!
-Hayz's Rating-

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