The way his hand settled at the nape of her neck, thumb brushing slow methodical circles beneath the collar of her shirt, sent a wicked little chill down her spine.
Oh yeah, this one spelled trouble.
#fridayKiss
My five year old's school motto is, "Panther Pride!" But she keeps pronouncing it, "Pantser Cried!" And as someone participating in #NaNoWriMo I feel this deeply in my soul.
I had a killer writing session! By that I mean I spent two hours googling word origins and etymology to name a mountain region only to end up naming it something generic and obvious.
My five year old: "I know your favorite things, mom.
Me: "oh yeah? What are they?"
Wildling: "shooting arrows, drinking coffee, reading books, sleeping, and me."
This is wildly accurate.
That moment when you give your four year old diced carrots and potatoes and she says, "I LOVE CHEESE!" So you wait with bated breath for her to realize the truth...