I Loved The Process Of Writing.

Ive Gotten To Know A Number Of Readers From Being Online, And Really Treasure The Time Ive Spent With Them.

For Once, He Slept First. She Lay In The Dark, Listening To Him Breathe, Stealing A Little Of His Warmth As Her Own Body Cooled. Since He Was Asleep, She Stroked His Hair. "i Love You," She Murmured. "i Love You So Much, I'm Stupid About It." With A Sigh, She Settled Down, Closed Her Eyes, And Willed Her Mind To Empty. Beside Her, Roarke Smiled Into The Dark. He Never Slept First.

I'm Just Full Of Surprises." Watching Her, He Waved The Wrapped Bar From Side To Side. "you Can Have The Candy If You Sit On My Lap." That Sounds Like Something Perverted Old Men Say To Young, Stupid Girls." I'm Not Old, And You're Not Stupid." He Sat, Patted His Knee. "it's Belgian Chocolate." Just Because I'm Sitting On Your Lap And Eating Your Candy Doesn't Mean You Can Cop A Feel," She Said As She Folded Into His Lap.

I've Wanted To Be With You When I Didn't Have The Right To.

It Shouldn't Make You Sad To Know You're Loved, Grayson." But It Did. It Made Him Sad, And Panicked, And For Just A Moment, Wishful.