Apparently Deciding Charles’s Brief Introduction Wasn’t Good

Do You Have Any Idea How Much I Love You?” He Asked. ”enough To Accept My Apologies?” I Suggested In A Small Voice. ”heck No,” He Said, And Pushed Off From The Wall, Stalking Forward. When He Reached Me, He Put His Hands Up And Touched The Sides Of My Neck With The Tips Of His Fingers – As If I Were Something Fragile. ”no Apologies From You,” He Told Me, His Voice Soft Enough To Melt My Knees And Most Of My Other Parts.

Evil Must Always Be Fought.

Drink It,” I Told Her. “it’s Good For What Ails You. Caffeine And Sugar. I Don’t Drink It, So I Ran Over To Your House And Stole The Expensive Stuff In Your Freezer. It Shouldn’t Be That Bad. Samuel Told Me To Make It Strong And Pour Sugar Into It. It Should Taste Sort Of Like Bitter Syrup.” She Gave Me A Smile Smile, Then A Bigger One, And Plugged Her Nose Before She Drank It Down In One Gulp. “next Time," She Said In A Hoarse Voice, “i Make The Coffee.

You Okay Now ?" He Asked. "okay." He Tightened His Arms And Lifted Me Off My Feet. "mercy?" He Growled Into My Ear. I Wrapped My Legs Around His Waist. " Yeah" , I Said. "me Too.

I've Been A Storyteller All My Life. When I Was In High School, I Used To Amuse Myself By Driving Through The Woods At Night And See How Long It Would Be Before I Scared The Pants Off My Friends - And If I Could Do It Before I Scared Myself.