I Don't Actually Listen To Much Music

You Aren't Even Angry With Me Anymore, Stefan, So Let Me Up." He Didn't Budge. "it Would Be A Misconception On Your Part, Little Tanya, If You Are Thinking I Have To Be Angry To Make Love To You." His Head Bent, His Lips Grazing Her Cheek All The Way To Her Ear. With His Warm Breath Sending Tingles All Over Her, He Continued In A Whisper, "i Wanted You Last Night, Today A Dozen Times, Right Now More Than Ever. Tell Me To Love You, Tanya. Demand It Of Me!

Another Step Had Her Backed Up Against The Wall, And He Braced His Arms On Both Sides Of Her. "i'm Beginning To Look Forward To This Marriage, Just So I Can Spend The Rest Of My Life Making You Miserable." Alexandra Was Too Angry To Be Intimidated. "misery Loves Company, Sweetheart," She Shot Back. "so Don't Think I'll Be Suffering Mine Alone." She Slipped Out From Under His Arm And Marched Out The Door.

Anthony Grinned At Her, Knowing That Would Probably Infuriate Her All The More. "my Eyes Have Been A-wandering, As You Put It, For The Last Nineteen Years. Give Them A Rest, Roslynn. They Settled On You And Don't Want To Move On.

Do For Yourself, For No One Else Will.

But You Don't Let True Happiness Slip Out Of Your Grasp Without One Helluva Fight.