It's Probably Best For Me To Work

I Can’t Think. I Can’t Work Or Sleep. My Body Aches For You. I Can Make You Want Me Again. Let Me Try.

The World Would Be A Very Sad Place If Readers Could Only Love One Story.

It's Going To Be A Lot Of Work, Gideon," Eva Warned Him. "i'm Not Afraid Of Work." He Was Touching Me Restlessly As If It Were As Necessary To Him As Breathing. "i'm Only Afraid Of Losing You.

Are You Hurting Anywhere Else?" I Asked, Feeling So Emotionally Raw After The Long Night We'd Had. He Caught My Wrist And Pulled My Hand Down To Press Flat Over His Heart. "here." "so Am I." He Kissed My Fingertips, Then Linked Our Hands And Led Me.

Gideon Knew Exactly What I Liked. Not Because I’d Told Him, But Because He Paid Attention To Everything About Me.