Speaking Of Which, Would You Like To

I Ached For The Difference Between Carlisle And Me - That He Could Touch Her So Gently, Without Fear, Knowing He Would Never Harm Her.

For One Half Second, I Wondered What It Would Feel Like To Put My Hand In The Fire. What It Would Feel Like When I Burned.

Just Like A Kitten That Thinks Its A Tiger.

Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

Just Because I’m Resisting The Wine Doesn’t Mean I Can’t Appreciate The Bouquet.