L.A. Weatherly Quotes:
Ocupation: Author
Life: b. 1967
Alex gazed at her. Her mouth was slightly open; she ran her fingernail against her lower teeth as she thought. She'd knotted her hair at the nape of her neck again, and a strand had slipped loose onto her shoulder, gleaming in the lantern light. Suddenly all of his objections seemed meaningless. Don't, he thought. You'll regret it. He didn't care anymore. Slowly, unable to stop himself, he reached out and cupped his hand around her foot.
topic: Regret, Hands, Feet, Fingernails, Lantern Light, You Ll Regret It
