His Eyes Flashed Open. “is

The Way You Move — You Orient Yourself Around Him Without Even Thinking About It. When He Moves, Even A Little Bit, You Adjust Your Position At The Same Time. Like Magnets… Or Gravity. You’re Like A… Satellite, Or Something.

You're Not Like Anyone I've Ever Known. You Fascinate Me.

You Speak As If A War Were Raging." "to The Remains Of The Human Race, One Is.

“bella, I've Already Expended A Great Deal Of Personal Effort At This Point To Keep You Alive. I'm Not About To Let You Behind The Wheel Of A Vehicle When You Can't Even Walk Straight. Besides, Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Drunk,” He Quoted With A Chuckle. I Could Smell The Unbearably Sweet Fragrance Coming Off His Chest. “drunk?” I Objected. “you're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.” He Was Grinning That Playful Smirk Again.

And Then Writing, It Was Like I Just Found It, You Know? Like You Just Found Your Favorite Flavor Of Ice Cream, All Of A Sudden There It Is. 'this Is What I Should Have Been Doing For The Last Thirty Years. What Was I Thinking?' So I Was, Then I Was In And Then I Had To Just Keep Going With It.