It Occurred To Me That

She Heard Adrian Say To Christian, ʺyou Know, Your Shirtʹs Kind Of Grungy-looking. Seems Like You Could Put In A Little More Effort Since Youʹre Dating A Princess.ʺ

Wait Until Next Time," He Warned. "i'll Do Things That'll Make You Lose Control Within Seconds.

You Can't," I Murmured, Swallowing The Tears Back With Great Effort. "you Can't Keep Saving Me, Can't Keep Trying To. It's Too Late." "no," He Said. His Heart Was In His Eyes, And It Was Ripping Mine Apart. "not For You. Never.

Adrian Suddenly Glanced Up At Me. Our Gazes Locked, And I Felt Like He Could Read My Mind. How Often Did He Think About That Kiss? And If He Really Was Crazy About Me, Did He Imagine More Than Just Kissing? Did He Fantasize About Me? What Kinds Of Things Did He Think About? His Lips On My Neck? His Hand On My Leg? And Was That Leg Bare . . . ?

If She Just Wanted To Come Home At Night To Eye Candy With Good Hair, I Could Probably Be That Reasonably Well.