When A Story Captures Me, It Comes

When A Story Captures Me, It Comes Quickly And Easily.

As He Stared Back, He Altered...as If A Shield Slid Away Fro His Eyes, Revealing A Scorching Force Of Will That Sucked The Air From My Lungs. The Intense Magnetism He Exuded Grew In Strength, Becoming A Near Tangible Impression Of Vibrant And Unrelenting Power.

…he Murmured. “of Course, You’re My Favorite Ride.” “aw, That’s Sweet, Baby. And You’re My Favorite Joystick.

Love Will Find A Way Against Time Itself.

Actually, You Know What? You Keep Thinking I'm God's Gift To Women, Angel. It's Better For Me If You Believe I'm The Best You Can Get.