It Makes Me . . . Anxious

Of Course, You’d Warm Up Faster If You Took Your Clothes Off.

Her Scent Blazed In My Throat And I Was Glad. It Was A Pain That Meant She Was Alive. As Long As I Burned, She Was Safe.

Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious. “will You Really Be Here?” “as Long As You Want Me,” He Assured Me. “i'll Always Want You,” I Warned Him. “forever.

I Did Know This- Every Second I Spent With Her Was Only Going To Add To The Pain I Would Have Suffer Later

I'm Trying To Keep"― He Huffed, Shifting His Weight As The Treetop Bounced Him―"my Promise!" I Blinked My Wet Blurry Eyes, Suddenly Sure That I Was Dreaming. "when Did You Ever Promise To Kill Yourself Falling Out Of Charlie's Tree?