We Cannot Road Trip To

Emerald Green Eyes Studied Us From A Face That Could Have Been Sculpted By One Of The Classical Artists I So Admired. Shocked, I Dismissed The Comparison As Soon As It Popped Into My Head. This Was A Vampire, After All. It Was Ridiculous To Admire Him The Way I Would Some Hot Human Guy.

At The Same Time, We Both Pulled Back Briefly Still Oh So Close. Everything In The Word Rested On That Moment. "we Can't..." He Told Me. "i Know," I Agreed. Then His Mouth Was On Mine Again, And This Time I Knew There Would Be No Turning Back.

Oh, And I’m Also Happy To Watch Our Darling Little Love Child Dragon While You’re In St. Louis.

Tradition Or Not, I Sometimes Thought Putting Children On An Old Guy’s Lap Was Already Creepy Enough. We Didn’t Need To Mix Alcohol Into It.

He's An Angel. Isn't He Supposed To Love Everyone, Even The Damned? Especially When Said Damned Are His Drinking Buddies.