When A Story Captures Me, It Comes

I Don’t Need Anything Else. I Get Out Of Bed Every Morning And Face The World Because You’re In It.” He Turned The Corner And Pulled Up In Front Of The Crossfire Behind The Bentley. He Killed The Engine, Released His Seat Belt, And Took A Deep Breath. “because Of You, The World Makes Sense To Me In A Way It Didn’t Before. I Have A Place Now, With You.

What Are You Doing?" He Breathed. "you're Going Around, Stirring Up Everything." "i've Got Time On My Hands," I Shot Back, Just As Breathless, "since I Dumped My Asshat Boyfriend." He Growled, Fiercely Passionate, His Hand In My Hair Pulling So Tightly It Pained Me. "you Can't Make This Up With A Kiss Or A F*ck, Gideon. Not This Time." Gideon & Eva

I Can’t Think. I Can’t Work Or Sleep. My Body Aches For You. I Can Make You Want Me Again. Let Me Try.

His Kisses Were Gifts. He Kissed With Everything He Had, With Power And Passion And Hunger And Love. He Held Nothing Back, Giving Everything, Exposing Everything.

One Day At A Time. You Rise, You Eat, You Bathe, And You Talk To The Few People You Can Tolerate While Feeling So Wretched. Over Time, It Hurts A Little Less. Then A Little Less. And So On...until One Morning, You Will Awake And Realize The Pain Is Only A Memory. It Will Always Be With You, But It Will Eventually Lack The Power To Cripple You.