Her boss began rolling up his sleeves until they were tucked neatly at his elbows. Forearms—which she was sure weren’t meant to be a sensual part of the body, but at which Evie found herself staring anyway—were revealed, and she… Continue Reading →
I’ve never been a torso girl. Good forearms and a caustic wit have always been more my kryptonite. — Romantic Hero by Kirsty Greenwood, chapter 9, page 56
I gesture at his overall person while my cheeks burn hot. The scruff. The jaw. The hair. The…forearms. — Good Spirits by B.K. Borison, chapter 4, page 40
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