The Question, Love, Is Whether You Want

There Were Times In Life When You Had To Take A Risk That Might End In Failure. Because Otherwise You Would Be Haunted By What You Hadn’t Done... The Paths You Hadn’t Taken, The Things You Hadn’t Experienced.

If Your Concern Is That I May Be Overcome With Manly Ardor And Ravish You In A Moment Of Weakness… I May. If You Ask Nicely.

I Still Don’t Get Why I Have To Eat Breakfast If You Don’t,” Josie Muttered. “because You Have To Be A Certain Age To Earn The Right To Ruin Your Own Life.

I Have So Much Love For You, I Could Fill Rooms With It. Buildings. You’re Surrounded By It Wherever You Go, You Walk Through It, Breathe It...it’s In Your Lungs, And Under Your Tongue, And Between Your Fingers And Toes...” His Mouth Moved Passionately Over Hers, Urging Her Lips Apart. It Was A Kiss To Level Mountains And Shake Stars From The Sky. It Was A Kiss To Make Angels Faint And Demons Weep...a Passionate, Demanding, Soul-searing Kiss That Nearly Knocked The Earth Off Its Axis. Or At Least That Was How Poppy Felt About It.

You Have To Rely On Whatever Sparks You Have Inside.