He Was My Drug, And I Had

His Kisses Were Gifts. He Kissed With Everything He Had, With Power And Passion And Hunger And Love. He Held Nothing Back, Giving Everything, Exposing Everything.

"you’re Different,” He Said, Touching My Face. Of Course I Was. The Man I Loved Had Killed For Me. A Lot Of Things Became Inconsequential After A Sacrifice Like That.

I Loved The Way He Kissed Me, As If He Had To, As If He'd Go Crazy If He Didn't And Had Nearly Waited Too Long.

I'm Not Giving You Any Options Here. We're Doing This, Eva. Enjoy Your Last Remaining Hours As A Single Woman.

You Gonna Deal With Mr. Hot And Moody?" "not Sure. I May Just Pull Out My E-reader." He Nodded. "probably Safer For Your Sanity.