Silent Eyes
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MatureComplete Mon, Jul 8, 20198h 1m
They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
Maybe they are, speaking thousands of words and handing out their love to whomever's eyes they connect with, but for some eyes, they stay silent, unable to trust.
That is Rose. Finally she is starting over, beginning a new book, leaving the old one behind. Rose is determined to make her once rough past have a smooth future.
Smooth is simple. Smooth is planned. Conrad is smooth. In fact, Conrad is a completely different type of smooth. He isn't simple, he is quite complicated. He isn't planned. So...is he actually smooth?
Her eyes may be silent, but her heart is not.
Rough and smooth collide. Will there be friction?
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