Is Adrian Here?” “who?” “adrian. Tall. Brown

Mmm. O Positive, My Favorite.

He'd Written Me Up A Proposal Of Why Dating Him Was A Sound Decision. It Had Included Things Like "i'll Give Up Cigarettes Unless I Really, Really Need One" And "i'll Unleash Romantic Surprises Every Week, Such As: An Impromptu Picnic, Roses, Or A Trip To Paris—but Not Actually Any Of Those Things Because Now They're Not Surprises.

Our Lips Met Hungrily, And His Clever Artistic Hands Wrapped Around My Hips. A Sudden Buzz From My Regular Cell Phone Startled Me From The Kissing. "don't," Said Adrian, His Eyes Ablaze And Breathing Ragged. "what If There's A Crisis At School?" I Asked. "what If Angeline 'accidentally' Stole One Of The Campus Buses And Drove It Into The Library?" "why Would She Do That?" "are You Saying She Wouldn't?" He Sighed. "go Check It.

The Only Thing True About What You Just Said Was The Storybook Damsel Part - And That Only Because You're Pretty Enough To Be One.

You Have The Patience Of A Saint," I Grumbled, Slouching Into A Chair. "and Besides, You Don't Hang Out With Him 24/7." "neither Will You. It's Only 24/6." "same Difference. It Might As Well Be 24/10." She Frowned. "that Doesn't Make Any Sense.