You Have A Transportation Fetish. I Have

There Was Something Sweet In Watching Him Pull Himself Back Together, Restoring The Façade He Wore For The World While I Knew At Least A Little Of The Man Beneath It.

It Was The Nature Of Our Relationship To Be Lusty And Emotional, Earthy And Raw. The Trust That Held Us Together Also Opened Us Up To Each Other In Ways That Made Us Both Vulnerable And Dangerous. And It Would Get Worse Before It Got Better.

He Caught Me To Him And Cupped My Cheek In One Hand. “i Want To Keep Feeling The Way I Feel When I’m With You. Just Tell Me What I Have To Do.

His Kisses Were Gifts. He Kissed With Everything He Had, With Power And Passion And Hunger And Love. He Held Nothing Back, Giving Everything, Exposing Everything.

My Heroines, More Often Than Not, Are The Ones Who Are Troubled And Resistant.