When I'm On A Break

I Am Not A Label Snob And Have Learned That The Thrill Of Shopping Can Be Just As Great, If Not More So, When You Find A Bargain.

Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's Like Our Family Motto Or Something. Apart From My Brother Peter, Of Course. He Had A Nervous Break Down. But The Rest Of Us.

A Man Will Never Love You Or Treat You As Well As A Store. If A Man Doesn't Fit, You Can't Exchange Him Seven Days Later For A Gorgeous Cashmere Sweater. And A Store Always Smells Good. A Store Can Awaken A Lust For Things You Never Even Knew You Needed. And When Your Fingers First Grasp Those Shiny, New Bags...

There's Genuine Pain In Eric's Eyes. And I Feel A Stab Of Guilt. But You Can't Stay With People Because Of Guilt.

Except...i Do. Of Course I Do. Because As His Hands Gently Cup My Waist, I Don't Make A Sound. As He Swivels Me Around To Face Him, I Don't Make A Sound. I Don't Need To. We're Still Talking. Every Touch He Makes, Every Imprint Of His Skin Is Like Another Word, Another Thought, A Continuation Of Our Conversation. And We're Not Done Yet. Not Yet.