I Can’t Think. I Can’t

Gideon Knew Exactly What I Liked. Not Because I’d Told Him, But Because He Paid Attention To Everything About Me.

As He Stared Back, He Altered...as If A Shield Slid Away Fro His Eyes, Revealing A Scorching Force Of Will That Sucked The Air From My Lungs. The Intense Magnetism He Exuded Grew In Strength, Becoming A Near Tangible Impression Of Vibrant And Unrelenting Power.

I Loved The Way He Kissed Me, As If He Had To, As If He'd Go Crazy If He Didn't And Had Nearly Waited Too Long.

My Heroines, More Often Than Not, Are The Ones Who Are Troubled And Resistant.

He Reached For My Hand, Lifted It To His Lips, And Kissed My Fingertips. "i Love You.