You Will Not! It's Wrong."

Adrian, You're A Genius.

I’d Mentioned This Odd Wardrobe Choice To Adrian A Couple Of Weeks Ago: “isn’t Dimitri Hot?” Adrian’s Response Hadn’t Been Entirely Unexpected: “well, Yeah, According To Most Women, At Least.

I Still Couldn’t Stop The Sick Feeling Rising In My Stomach. “this Could Be A Disaster.” “how? If Anyone Even Finds It—and It’s Not Just Sitting Under A Table Right Now—they’ll Just Have A Good Laugh At Our Sappy Talk. No One’s Going To Be Like, ‘aha! Proof Of An Illicit Human-and-vampire Affair.

I’m A Succubus.” He Shook His Head. “no, You Aren’t.” “yes, I Am.” “you Aren’t.” I Was A Bit Surprised To Be Having This Conversation. “i Am Too.” “no. Succubi Are Flame-eyed And Bat-winged. Everyone Knows That. They Don’t Wear Jeans And Sweaters.

I'd Never Expected My First Time To Be In A Cabin In The Woods, But I Realized The Place Didn't Matter. The Person Did. With Someone You Loved, You Could Be Anywhere, And It Would Be Incredible. Being In The Most Luxurious Bed In The World Wouldn't Matter If You Were With Someone You Didn't Love.