No. . .i Mean, I'm Sorry He.

Isn’t It Obvious, Sage? No, Of Course It Isn’t. I Did It So I’d Have A Reason To Be Around You — One I Knew You Couldn’t Refuse.

I'm Just Confused. I Can't Read Your Signals. One Moment You're Hot, The Next You're Cold. You Tell Me You Want Me, You Tell Me You Don't. If You Picked One, That'd Be Fine, But You Keep Making Me Think One Thing And Then You End Up Going In A Completely Different Direction. Not Just Now—all The Time.

If I Could Dream, I Know I'd Dream About You.i'd Dream About The Way You Smell And How Your Dark Hair Feels Like Silk Between My Fingers. I'd Dream About The Smoothness Of Your Skin And The Fierceness Of Your Lips When We Kiss. Without Dreams,i Have To Be Content With My Own Imagination—which Is Almost As Good. I Can Picture All Those Things Perfectly.

We Had Just Paid The Check When Dimitri's Cell Phone Rang. "hello?" He Answered. And Like That, His Face Transformed. That Fierceness I So Associated With Him Softened, And He Practically Glowed. "no, No. It's Always A Good Time For You To Call, Roza." Whatever The Response On The Other End Was, It Made Him Smile.

I Look Him In The Eye. "i Will Always Love You.