Hang On, Did You Just Call Me

"this Isn't Over," I Said. "after Everything We've Been Through, You Don't Get The Right To Brush Me Off. I'm Not Letting You Off That Easily." I Wasn't Sure If It Was A Threat, My Last Stab At Defiance, Or Irrational Words Spoken Straight From My Splintered Heart. "i Want To Protect You," Patch Said Quietly. He Stood So Close. All Strength And Heat And Silent Power. I Couldn't Escape Him, Now Or Ever. He'd Always Be There, Consuming My Every Thought, My Heart Locked In His Hands. I Was Drawn To Him By Forces I Couldn't Control, Let Alone Escape. "but You Didn't".

I Nibbled My Lower Lip. "if You Could See Into My Past Just By Touching My Back, You'd Have A Hard Time Resisting The Temptation Too." "i Have A Hard Time Keeping My Hands Off You Without That Added Bonus.

Since We're Keeping It Primal, You Smell Good," He Observed. "it's Called A Shower...," I Began Automatically, Then Trailed Off. My Memory Snagged, Taken Aback By A Compelling And Forceful Sense Of Undue Familiarity. "soap, Shampoo, Hot Water," I Added, Almost As An Afterthought. "naked. I Know The Drill," Jev Said, Something Unreadeble Passing Over His Eyes.

You're A Liar!" He Turned Around, His Black Eyes Snapping. "i'm Also A Thief, A Gambler, A Cheat, And A Murdered. But This Happens To Be One Of The Rare Times When I'm Telling The Truth. Go Home. Consider Yourself Lucky. You've Got A Chance To Start Fresh. Not Everyone Can Say The Same.

We All Know You're Beautiful, Scott.