You Need Me? You Yell. You Want

Wasn’t That Kind Of The Basis Of Passion? I Didn’t Know That Either. The Only Thing I Knew For Sure Was That This Kiss Had Been A Lot Like The Last One. Nice, But It Didn’t Blow Me Away. My Heart Sank. There Was Something Wrong With Me. Everyone Was Always Going On About How Socially Inept I Was. Did It Extend To Romance As Well? Was I So Cold That I’d Spend My Life Never Feeling Anything?

He’d Moved Toward Me Again. His Hands Released Mine And Moved To My Waist, And I Noticed I Wasn’t The Only One Breathing Heavily. He Pulled Me To Him, Bringing Our Bodies Together. The World Was All Heat And Electricity, Thick With Tension That Was Only One Spark Away From Exploding Around Us. I Was Balancing On Another Precipice, Which Wasn’t Easy To Do In Heels. I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck, And This Time I Was The One Who Drew Him Closer.

As Far As We Know, Everyone’s Right— Strigoi Don’t Want To Hang Out In Palm Springs.” Eddie Became About One Percent Less Tense.

Not Much Could Have Distracted Me From Coffee, But Hearing Julius Caesar Quoted At Spencer’s Certainly Did.

I’m Not A Warrior Or A Goddess,” I Said At Last. Adrian Leaned Closer. “as Far As I’m Concerned, You’re Both.