As A Writer, It's Disheartening

Now I'm Hot And Bothered, And Wondering Why My New Neighbor Isn't Putting The Moves On Me." "maybe He Doesn't Want To Push You Too Far, Too Fast And Scare You Off." Gideon's Eyes Glittered In The Light Of The Television. "is That So?" He Nuzzled His Nose Against My Temple. "if He Has Half A Brain, He'd Know Not To Let You Get Away." Oh... "maybe I Should Make The First Move," I Whispered, Wrapping My Fingers Around His Wrist. "but What If He Thinks I'm Too Easy?" "he'll Be Too Busy Thinking He's Damned Luck.

I Don’t Need Anything Else. I Get Out Of Bed Every Morning And Face The World Because You’re In It.” He Turned The Corner And Pulled Up In Front Of The Crossfire Behind The Bentley. He Killed The Engine, Released His Seat Belt, And Took A Deep Breath. “because Of You, The World Makes Sense To Me In A Way It Didn’t Before. I Have A Place Now, With You.

Your Kisses Are Mine.

I Realized We'd Pulled Into A Parking Garage. We Drove Around Two Levels, Pulled Into A Spot, Then Immediately Pulled Out Again. Along With Four Other Black Bentley Suvs. "what's Going On?" I Asked, As We Headed Back Toward The Exit With Two Bentleys In Front Of Us And Two Behind Us. "shell Game," He Said.

Heaven With My Angel. It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This.