If There Was A Jane Austen Camp,

I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Myself Closer To Him Until My Lips Touched His.

...the Way A Man Might Hesitate Before He Kissed A Woman, To Gauge Her Reaction, To See How He Would Be Received. Perhaps He Would Hesitate To Prolong The Moment, That Ideal Moment Of Anticipation, Sometimes Better Than Kiss Itself.

My Mom Is Part Albino.

Jasper Chuckled, Shaking His Head. " You Truly Are One Frightening Little Monster.

But Never In The Four Hundred Years Now Since I Was Born, Have I Ever Seen Anything To Make Me Doubt Whether God Exists In Some Form Or The Other. Not Even The Reflection In The Mirror.