He Was The Kind Of Guy That

I Don’t Need Anything Else. I Get Out Of Bed Every Morning And Face The World Because You’re In It.” He Turned The Corner And Pulled Up In Front Of The Crossfire Behind The Bentley. He Killed The Engine, Released His Seat Belt, And Took A Deep Breath. “because Of You, The World Makes Sense To Me In A Way It Didn’t Before. I Have A Place Now, With You.

The World Would Be A Very Sad Place If Readers Could Only Love One Story.

I'd Rather Argue With You, Angel, Than Laugh With Anyone Else." Jesus. It Took Me A Minute To Be Able To Swallow The Last Bite In My Mouth. "you Know . . . I Love You Madly." He Smiled. "yes, I Know.

She’s My Mate; That Makes Her Mine. Forgetting That Will See Your Neck No Longer Serving Its Purpose.” “i Love It When You Talk Dirty,” She Purred. “give My Regards To Lindsay.

One Day At A Time. You Rise, You Eat, You Bathe, And You Talk To The Few People You Can Tolerate While Feeling So Wretched. Over Time, It Hurts A Little Less. Then A Little Less. And So On...until One Morning, You Will Awake And Realize The Pain Is Only A Memory. It Will Always Be With You, But It Will Eventually Lack The Power To Cripple You.