I Looked Around At Us All: Me

He Was Almost Naked Too, But I Hadn't Quite Gotten To His Boxers Yet. (they Were Silk Because, Honestly What Else Would Adrian Wear?)

I'm Sorry." "be Sorry You Lied," He Said, Pressing A Kiss To My Forehead. "don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go, Yeah, But Still Something That's Made You Who You Are.

I Wanted Him. I Arched My Back, Fully Aware Of How Vulnerable That Made Me And That I Was Giving Him An Invitation. He Accepted It And Laid Me Back Against The Table, Bringing His Body Down On Top Of Mine. That Crushing Kiss Of His Moved From My Mouth To The Nape Of My Neck. He Pushed Down The Edge Of My Dress And The Bra Strap Underneath, Exposing My Shoulder And Giving His Lips More Skin To Conquer.

Promises. I Was Drowning In Promises.

You Know, You Still Owe Me Pancakes. I Think I Could Go For…apple Cinnamon Ones Now. “ “apple Cinnamon? You Sure Are Demanding.” “it’s All Right. I Think You’re Man Enough For It.” “thetis, If I Actually Believed You Had Either Apples Or Cinnamon In Your Kitchen, I’d Make Them For You Right Now.” I Didn’t Answer. I Was Pretty Sure I Had Some Year-old Apple Jacks, But That Was About It.