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Sleep With Seth Mortensen? Good Grief. It Was The Most Preposterous Thing I'd Ever Heard. It Was Appalling. If I Absorbed His Life Force, There Was No Telling How Long It'd Be Until His Next Book Came Out.

Adrian Suddenly Made An Abrupt Turn Onto A Side Street We'd Nearly Driven Past. I Jerked Upright As He Clipped The Curb. "what Are You Doing? Think About Your Tires!

Plus, I Was About To Spend Six Weeks With Christian Ozera. He Was Sarcastic, Difficult, And Made Jokes About Everything. Actually, He Was A Lot Like Me. It Was Going To Be A Long Six Weeks.

Well, You Can Think What You Want, So Long As You Remember - No Matter How Ordinary Things Seem Between Us - I'm Still Here, Still In Love With You, And Care About You More Than Any Other Guy, Evil Or Otherwise, Ever Will.

My God, Sage. Your Eyes. How Have I Never Noticed Them?" That Uncomfortable Feeling Was Spreading Over Me Again. "what About Them?" "the Color," He Breathed. "when You Stand In The Light. They're Amazing... Like Molten Gold. I Could Paint Those..." He Reached Toward Me But Then Pulled Back. "they're Beautiful. You're Beautiful.