Fiery And Sweet, All At The Same

"well, You've Finally Got A License To Kill. It's About Time." I Turned And Met The Amused Eyes Of Christian Ozera, A Onetime Annoyance Who'd Become A Good Friend. So Good, In Fact, That In My Joyous Zeal, I Reached Out And Hugged Him - Something He Clearly Didn't Expect. I Was Surprising Everyone Today. "whoa, Whoa," He Said Backing Up, Flushing. "it Figures. You're The Only Girl Who'd Get All Emotional About The Thought Of Killing. I Don't Even Want To Think About What Goes On When You And Ivashkov Are Alone."

He Thought There Was No Hope For Him. Me? I Can't Imagine A World Without Hope.

That's Pretty Hot," He Said. "punching Me In The Eye?" "well, No. Of Course Not. I Meant The Idea Of Getting Rough With You Is Hot. I'm A Big Fan Of Full-contact Sports." "i'm Sure You Are.

It’s As Easy As We Choose To Make It,” He Murmured, Pressing His Forehead To Mine. “at Least, This Decision Is. Nothing’s Truly Easy, Georgina. Love And Life . . . They’re Wonderful, But They’re Hard. We May Mess Up Again. We Have To Be Strong And Decide If We Can Still Go Forward, Even When Things Aren’t Perfect.

He Almosted Smiled. "there You Go Again. Why? Why Do Yo Keep Helping Me?" There Were A Million Answers On My Lips, Everything From It's The Right Thing To Do To I Don't Know. Instead, I Said, "because I Want To.