See? There It Is Again. My Flame

That Was Ridiculous," I Told Dorian, Once She'd Left. "she's Not The Kind Of Person To Fall For Your Flirting." "on The Contrary," Said Dorian. "she's Exactly The Kind Of Person To Fall For It. I Understand These Warrior Maids, You Know. They Live Such Harsh, Cold Lives, Always Trying To Keep Up With The Men... When Really, They Just Need Someone To Make Them Feel Like A Woman. And That, Of Course, Is An Area In Which I Excel. Why, If I'd Had Ten Minutes Alone With Her—

I Shook My Head And Turned Away, Unable To Hear This. “i’m Leaving Now. I Really Don’t Want To See You Again. Nothing Personal. Well, Yeah, Actually It Is.

Seth Laughed When He Saw Me. “hey,” I Said, Poking Him With My Foot, “be Nice.” “i Think This Is The First Time I’ve Ever Seen You Look Anything Less Than…” He Paused, Playing With Word Choice. “well-planned.” “why, You Silver-tongued Romantic Devil. That Is The Look I Usually Go For. Other Women Go For Sexy Or Chic Or Beautiful. But Me? Well-planned All The Way.” “you Know What I Mean. Besides, Unplanned Isn’t A Bad Look For You. Not Bad At All.” His Voice Sounded Deliciously Low And Dangerous, And Something Ignited Between Us As We Held Each Other’s Eyes.

I Took A Deep Breath. "are You Free Tonight?" There Was A Long, Pregnant Pause. "what About The Man In The Dream?" He Finally Asked. "there Is No Man In The Dream.

My Mother Wasnʹt Sleeping With Anybody. She Doesnʹt Even Sleep With My Father.