My Name's Jet Steele.

He Exhaled Loudly And Raked A Hand Through The Sable Brown Hair He Always Kept Stylishly Messy. "look, Rose. You Don’t Have To Keep Up With The Hard-to-get Thing. You’ve Already Got Me.

You Shook His Hand?" Adrian Asked Incredulously … “with All That Red-hot Passion, It’s A Wonder You Guys Can Stay Away From Each Other

Nothing He Said Could Change What I Think Of You. I've Had My Mind Made Up About You For A Long Time... And It's All Good.

I Don't Suppose That She Gave You The Job Based On Looks Alone?" Adrian Had Been Staring Off But Now Flashed Me A Big Smile. "why, Sage, You Sweet Talker." "that's Not What I Meant! What Happened?" He Shrugged. "i Told The Truth." "adrian!" "i'm Serious. She Asked Me What My Greatest Strength Was. I Said Getting Along With People." "that's Not Bad." I Admitted. "then She Asked What My Greatest Weakness Was. And I Said, 'where Should I Start?'" "adrian!" "stop Saying My Name Like That. I Told Her The Truth. By The Time I Was On The Fourth One, She Told Me I Could Go.

I'm Glad You're Better," He Said. His Mouth Sounded Like It Was Almost In My Hair, Just Above My My Ear. "when I Saw You Fall..." "you Thought, 'wow, She's A Loser.