If Love Doesn't Make A

...if I Don't Have Twenty Or Thirty Books Right Here, Waiting To Be Read, I Start Jonesing. That's My Compulsion.

You Are Who You Are. I Know You. You Believe That? "yea But--" "you're Eve Dallas. You're The Love Of My Life. My Heart And Soul. You're A Cop, Mind And Bone. You're A Woman Of Strength And Resilience. Stubborn, Hardheaded, Occassionally Mean As A Badger, And More Generous That You'll Admit.

What Other Thing, Eve?" "i Love You. Sometimes It Makes My Stomach Hurt, But I Kind Of Like It. Tired Now, Come To Bed. Love You.

I Don't Like The Idea Of You Shivering Unless I Cause It. Stay Warm." ----roarke, Naked In Death

He Handed Her Her Cap And Sunglasses, Then Put On His Own While She Frowned At Them. “what Is This?” “a Disguise.” He Grinned At Her. “dobie Wants You To Wear Them. Let’s Give Him A Break, Or He Might Order Fake Mustaches And Clown Noses Off The Internet.” She Rolled Her Eyes, But Put Them On. “and What, This Makes Us Look Like Twins? Where Are Your Tits?” “you’re Wearing Them, And May I Say They Look Spectacular On You.”' - Chasing Fire