Death Is Peaceful, Life Is Harder

I Think Ian Likes You Too Much

I Could Really Appreciate Him Now - Could Properly See Every Beautiful Line Of His Perfect Face, Of His Long, Flawless Body With My Strong New Eyes, Every Angle And Every Plane Of Him. I Could Taste His Pure, Vivid Scent On My Tongue And Feel The Unbelievable Silkiness Of His Marble Skin Under My Sensitive Fingertips.

So… Um… What’s The, Er, Date? You Know, The Due Date For The Little Monster.

“bella, I've Already Expended A Great Deal Of Personal Effort At This Point To Keep You Alive. I'm Not About To Let You Behind The Wheel Of A Vehicle When You Can't Even Walk Straight. Besides, Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Drunk,” He Quoted With A Chuckle. I Could Smell The Unbearably Sweet Fragrance Coming Off His Chest. “drunk?” I Objected. “you're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.” He Was Grinning That Playful Smirk Again.

I Knew The Human Exaggeration For Sorrow-a Broken Heart.