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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.

Women Are The Worst. They Zero In On Some Guy.oh Boy, He's The One, Gotta Get Me That One. So They Do. Then They Spend The Rest Of Their Time Trying To Figure Out How To Change Him. Then If They Manage It, They're Not All That Interested Anymore, Because Guess What? He's Not The One Anymore.

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Why?” Eve Leaned Forward. “sincerely, I’ve Always Wanted To Know Why Anyone Buys Multiple Pairs Of Shoes At A Time.” “if I Have To Explain It, The Joy Is Lost.

I’ve Never Been The One. Not For Anybody.” He Closed The Distance Between Them. “you’ll Get Used To It.” He Tipped Her Face Up To His, Kissed Her. “why? Why Am I The One?” “because My Life Opened Up, And It Flooded With Color When You Walked Back Into It.