She brings me to life. Literally…
Chloe never knew of the power she wielded, not until that fateful day, so long ago when I protected her from herself and revealed my secrets to her innocent eyes. The day I lost her. But she's back, she's home and she's all grown up. Soft and lush with curves for days, Chloe is all woman now. And she's all mine. She just doesn't know it yet.
He gives the phrase "art lover" a whole new meaning…
It's been twenty years since I discovered the big marble statue sitting on the roof of my childhood home was much more than he seemed. Twenty years since he was forced to rescue me. I've never forgotten the way I felt as he held me in his sculptured arms, or the fact I never said 'thank you'. After all, how do you say thank you when words just aren't enough?