Don't. Tell Me When, Then. And Before

Gideon Opened His And Read, “prosperity Will Knock On Your Door Soon.” I Snorted. Cary Shot Me A Look. “i Know, Right? You Snatched Someone Else’s Cookie, Cross.” “he Better Not Be Anywhere Near Someone Else’s Cookie,” I Said Dryly. Reaching Over, Gideon Plucked Half Of Mine Out Of My Fingers. “don’t Worry, Angel. Your Cookie Is The Only One I Want.

If Souls Could Be Mated With Wishes, Ours Would Be Inextricably Entwined.

As He Stared Back, He Altered...as If A Shield Slid Away Fro His Eyes, Revealing A Scorching Force Of Will That Sucked The Air From My Lungs. The Intense Magnetism He Exuded Grew In Strength, Becoming A Near Tangible Impression Of Vibrant And Unrelenting Power.

I Kicked Off My Shoes And Pulled His Hand Away From The Wheel So I Could Straddle His Lap And Hold Him. His Grip On Me Was Excruciatingly Tight, But I Didn't Complain. We Were On An Insanely Busy Street, With Endless Cars Rumbling Past On One Side And A Crush Of Pedestrians On The Other, But Neither Of Us Cared. He Was Shaking Violently, As If He Were Sobbing Uncontrollably, But He Made No Sound And Shed No Tears. The Sky Cried For Him, The Rain Coming Down Hard And Angry, Steaming Off The Ground.

I Can't Bail Out On Cary," I Said Apologetically, Turning To Face Him. "chicks Before Dicks And All That.