Oh God. She Probably Thinks

It Doesn't Matter. Take Eddie's Blood. Take Belikov's Blood. Take Your Own For All I Care. But If She Doesn't Want To Give Hers, Then That's All There Is To It. She Said No. This Conversation Is Done.

He Laced His Fingers Through Mine And Lifted My Hand To His Lips. I Had Gloves On, But He Kissed Exactly Where I Wore His Ring. “why Are You So Sweet?” I Asked, My Voice Small. My Heart Beat Rapidly, And Every Star Peeping Through The Clouds Seemed To Be Shining Just For Me. “i Don’t Think I’m That Sweet. I Mean, I Just Told You To Be Quiet. That’s One Step Away From Asking You To Wash My Laundry And Make Me A Sandwich.” “you Know What I Mean.” Seth Pressed Another Kiss To My Forehead. “i’m Sweet Because You Make It Easy To Be Sweet.

I Do Usually Stay In The Fantasy/sci-fi Range, I Suppose, But It Has Many, Many Subgenres That I'd Love To Continue Exploring.

Just Friends, Just Friends. Standing There In The Bookstore, Watching Seth Walk Away, I Half Wondered How Anyone Could Still Use That Line. But I Knew Why, Of Course. It Was Used Because People Still Believed It. Or At Least They Wanted To.

Sorry, Ms. Terwilliger. I'm Flattered That You Think I'm Such An Upstanding Person, But I'm Already Caught Up In One Epic Battle Of Good Versus Evil. I Don't Need Another.