My Cat Is Not Insane, She's Just

No, Zoey." Heat Sounded Pissed. It's Not Okay Here. Not For You." Well, Maybe That's 'cause I'm Not Dead. Yet.

And Kissing Him Is Like Sucking On Alcohol-soaked Feet.

Or Maybe I Had Known Him Or Maybe There's Something That Happens Between Some People At A Level That Goes Beyond Time Measurements And What Society Thinks Is Proper. Maybe What Had Happened Between Stark And Me In Those Few Minutes In The Field House Had Been Enough To Have Our Souls Recognize Each Other. Soul Mates? Was That Even Possible?

I Am Not A Bat. ~rephaim

Stark Looked Strong And Healthy And Totally Gorgeous. I Was Distracting Myself By Wondering What Exactly Scottish Guys Did, Or Didn't, Wear Under Those Kilts When He Turned To Face Me. His Smile Lit Up His Eyes. "i Can Practically Hear You Thinking.