precious glimmers

Karen grabbed the white plastic handle of the curling iron and carefully twisted a stretch of her auburn bangs around the hot metal cylinder. Waiting patiently for the curl to set, Karen leaned forward and smiled expectantly at her reflection. Standing in the narrow bathroom alone, Karen took especial joy in looking at herself in the mirror. Drawing close to the glass, she studied the golden flecks in her pale green eyes. In ways she could not articulate, the precious glimmers made Karen feel special.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances


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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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