Most Good Things Come With The Risk

That’s The Last Time You’re Going To Kiss Me,” I Warned When It Ended. He Smiled Knowingly, And In His Eyes, I Could See His Own Memories Of That Night. “so You Say.

You'll Be Alive', He Pointed Out. 'that's What Matters. Enjoy What You Have, Every Little Detail Of Wherever You Are. Don't Focus On Where You Aren't.

Blake Smiled Radiantly. ʺmay I Call You Vasilisa?ʺ ʺyou Can Call Me Lissa.ʺ ʺyou Can Also,ʺ Added Christian, ʺlet Go Of Her Hand Now.

He Froze, And For One Moment, We Stood Locked In Time. I Could Feel The Silk Of His Shirt Against My Skin And The Warmth Of His Body. The Lingering Scent Of The Overpriced Cologne He Wore Floated Around Me. No Smoke For A Change. I’d Always Told Him The Cologne Couldn’t Be Worth What He Spent, But Suddenly, I Reconsidered. It Was Amazing.

But When The Other End Of The Line Picked Up, It Was His Voicemail That Answered, Not The Man Himself. "i Know How Devastated You Must Be To Miss Me," His Cheery Voice Said, "but Leave A Message, And I'll Try To Ease Your Agony As Soon As Possible.