Having Your Own, Um, Cave At Eighteen

I Didn't Realize When I Brought Him Back Here That You'd Inflict More Damage." I Said, Once I'd Finished The Story. "i Was Defending Your Honor." Adrian Gave Me That Devil-may-care Smile That Always Managed To Both Infuriate And Captivate Me. "pretty Manly, Huh?

If I Could Dream, I Know I'd Dream About You.i'd Dream About The Way You Smell And How Your Dark Hair Feels Like Silk Between My Fingers. I'd Dream About The Smoothness Of Your Skin And The Fierceness Of Your Lips When We Kiss. Without Dreams,i Have To Be Content With My Own Imagination—which Is Almost As Good. I Can Picture All Those Things Perfectly.

I Found The Candles—atrocious Air Freshening Ones That Smelled Like Fake Pine.

Have You Ever Wanted To Put On A Santa Suit?" "i Have Always Wanted To Do That," Said Carter Gravely.

What Happened, Then? You're Stomping Through Every Puddle You Can Find And Look Like You're Going To Punch The First Person You See." "why Are You Hanging Around, Then? Aren't You Worried About Getting Hit?" "aw, You'd Never Hurt Me. My Face Is Too Pretty