My Muse Is An Ungrateful Harlot Who’s

The Kind Of Kiss That Said, I Want To Consume Every Inch Of You And Hear You Scream My Name.

Except, Now That I Don’t Have A Car, I Can’t Really Make Good On My Birthday Promise.” Sydney Thought About It For Several Moments. “well. I’ve Got A Car.” An Hour Later, I Vowed I’d Never Make Fun Of That Mazda Again.

Too Bad You Got So Bogged Down In Books. You've Got The Spirit Of A Warrior.

If You Wanted To Remold People, You Had To Break Them Down First.

I Loved You!” He Yelled. He Jumped Up Out Of His Chair So Quickly I Never Saw It Coming. “i Loved You, And You Destroyed Me. You Took My Heart And Ripped It Up. You Might As Well Have Staked Me!” The Change In His Features Also Caught Me By Surprise. His Voice Filled The Room. So Much Grief, So Much Anger. So Unlike The Usual Adrian. He Strode Toward Me, Hand Clasped Over His Chest. “i. Loved. You. And You Used Me The Whole Time.