And I Told You, I'm Not Going

He Laced His Fingers Through Mine And Lifted My Hand To His Lips. I Had Gloves On, But He Kissed Exactly Where I Wore His Ring. “why Are You So Sweet?” I Asked, My Voice Small. My Heart Beat Rapidly, And Every Star Peeping Through The Clouds Seemed To Be Shining Just For Me. “i Don’t Think I’m That Sweet. I Mean, I Just Told You To Be Quiet. That’s One Step Away From Asking You To Wash My Laundry And Make Me A Sandwich.” “you Know What I Mean.” Seth Pressed Another Kiss To My Forehead. “i’m Sweet Because You Make It Easy To Be Sweet.

Adrian Shook His Head, Still Smiling. "i've Said Over And Over, I'd Do Anything For You. I Just Keep Hoping It'll Be Something Like, 'adrian, Let's Go Hot Tubbing' Or 'adrian, Take Me Out For Fondue.'" "well, Sometimes We Have To--did You Say Fondue?" Sometimes It Was Impossible To Follow Adrian's Train Of Thought. "why In The World Would I Ever Say That?" He Shrugged. "i Like Fondue.

A Man Can Never Compete With A Woman's Father

My Death Will Not Be Penciled On Someone's Calendar.

Since When Do We Even Play Games?” “since When Don’t We Play Games? Games Of Life, Games Of Death. Games Of Love, Of Hope, Of Chance, Of Despair, And Of All The Myriad Wonders In Between.” I Rolled My Eyes At The Newcomer. “hello, Carter.