Can't You . . . I Don't

Funny How Someone Telling You Not To Do Something Can Talk You Into It.

I Couldn't Recall The Last Time I'd Seen That Much Of Him On Display. It Was Wonderful And Frightening On The Same Time. I Then Said The Stupidest Thing Possible. "you're Not Scared Of Anything." "i'm Scared Of A Lot Of Things. I Was Scared For You" He Released Me, And I Stepped Back. There Was Still Passion And Worry Written All Over Him. "i'm Not Perfect, I'm Not Invulnerable.

Brayden Met My Eyes. His Were Hazel, Almost Like Eddie’s But With A Little Green. Not As Much Green As Adrian’s, Of Course. No One’s Eyes Were That Amazingly Green.

I'm Getting Better At Avoiding This, But When Something Sets Me Off, I Tend To Punch First And Then Find Out Who I Actually His Later.

I Didn't Realize When I Brought Him Back Here That You'd Inflict More Damage." I Said, Once I'd Finished The Story. "i Was Defending Your Honor." Adrian Gave Me That Devil-may-care Smile That Always Managed To Both Infuriate And Captivate Me. "pretty Manly, Huh?