I Don't Think You Can

For Once, He Slept First. She Lay In The Dark, Listening To Him Breathe, Stealing A Little Of His Warmth As Her Own Body Cooled. Since He Was Asleep, She Stroked His Hair. "i Love You," She Murmured. "i Love You So Much, I'm Stupid About It." With A Sigh, She Settled Down, Closed Her Eyes, And Willed Her Mind To Empty. Beside Her, Roarke Smiled Into The Dark. He Never Slept First.

The Most Important Aspect Of Any Story, To Me, Is Character.

My Apartment's Only About A Block Away." "isn't That Handy." "fate," He Countered As He Took A Seat On The Sofa And Made Himself At Home. "fantasic, Isn't It?" "one Day Very Soon, I'm Going To Tell You What You Can Do With That Fate Of Yours.

Love's Scary, And Sometimes It's Transient. But It's Worth The Risks And The Nerves. It's Even Worth The Pain.

But Roarke Doesn't Feel Weird About It. He's Full Of It, The Love, I Mean. And When He Loves Me, Things That Never Worked In Me Did - Do. It Was Easier When They Didn't Work, But It's Better When They Do. You Know?