But Perhaps The Best Part Of All

This Dress Makes Me Look Fat," I Told Jasmine As We Stood Near The Back Of The Crowd And Watched The Last Minute Preperations Fall Into Place. She Glanced Over At Me And My Efforts To Rearrange The Folds Of My Long, Gauzy Dress. "your Pregnant," She Stated. "everything's Supposed To Make You Look Fat." I Scowled. "i Think The Correct Reponse Was 'no It Doesn't.

I Wanted Him. I Arched My Back, Fully Aware Of How Vulnerable That Made Me And That I Was Giving Him An Invitation. He Accepted It And Laid Me Back Against The Table, Bringing His Body Down On Top Of Mine. That Crushing Kiss Of His Moved From My Mouth To The Nape Of My Neck. He Pushed Down The Edge Of My Dress And The Bra Strap Underneath, Exposing My Shoulder And Giving His Lips More Skin To Conquer.

Adrian Opened His Mouth, Undoubtedly Ready With Some Inappropriate And Mocking Comment. Lissa Gave Him A Sharp Headshake That Kept Him Quiet. "aren't There Any, I Don't Know, Sleeveless Options?" The Saleswoman's Eyes Widened. "no One Has Ever Worn Straps To A Funeral. It Wouldn't Be Right." "what About Shorts?" Asked Adrian. "are They Okay If They're With A Tie? Because That's What I Was Gonna Go With." The Woman Looked Horrified.

I Saw Endless Depths Of Brown, The Depths I'd Fallen Into So Many Times. No Red Rings. Dimitri...was Not A Strigoi. And He Was Weeping.

I Fought Against Her, Trying To Mount Some Kind Of Defense, But It Was Like Fighting Dimitri On Crack.