Fine, I Guess It's Ok Then. Go

This Is Very Domestic Of You," He Said. "it's Kinda Hot, Really. Giving Me All Sorts Of Fantasies About You In An Apron Vacuuming My House.

He Was Too Perfect, Despite Being One Of The Most Imperfect People I Knew.

Sex Had Been Amazing, But It Wasn't A Magical Cure For Everything. Damn. Somewhere Along The Way, I'd Picked Up Common Sense.

Yeah According To My- Hey, Are You Staring At My Chest? -rose To Adrian

Adrian Suddenly Glanced Up At Me. Our Gazes Locked, And I Felt Like He Could Read My Mind. How Often Did He Think About That Kiss? And If He Really Was Crazy About Me, Did He Imagine More Than Just Kissing? Did He Fantasize About Me? What Kinds Of Things Did He Think About? His Lips On My Neck? His Hand On My Leg? And Was That Leg Bare . . . ?