He Anxiously Touched His Hair. "i Think

We Take Everything For Granted, But When I'm With Angeline, I See The World Through New Eyes. She Makes My World Better. It's Why She's So Great.

I’d Been Raised To Be Practical And Keep My Emotions In Check, But I Loved Cars. That Was One Of The Few Legacies I’d Picked Up From My Mom. She Was A Mechanic, And Some Of My Best Childhood Memories Were Of Working In The Garage With Her.

You Should Know Better.ʺ ʺiʹve Never Known Better,ʺ He Countered. ʺyou Should Know That.

You…you Got Rid Of That Dress Fast," I Pointed Out Between Heavy Breaths. "i Thought You Liked It." "i Do Like It," He Said. His Breathing Was As Heavy As Mine. "i Love It." And Then He Took Me To The Bed.

I Couldn't Recall The Last Time I'd Seen That Much Of Him On Display. It Was Wonderful And Frightening On The Same Time. I Then Said The Stupidest Thing Possible. "you're Not Scared Of Anything." "i'm Scared Of A Lot Of Things. I Was Scared For You" He Released Me, And I Stepped Back. There Was Still Passion And Worry Written All Over Him. "i'm Not Perfect, I'm Not Invulnerable.