Love Was The Best Present Of All.

Will You Be Quiet?" He Asked, Smiling Down At Her. She Nodded. He Pretended To Think About It. "i Don't Believe You/" She Planted Her Hands On Her Hips, Which Had To Be A Ludicrous Postition, Naked As She Was From The Waist Up. All Right," He Acceded, "but The Only Words I'll Allow From Your Mouth Are, 'oh, Gareth,' And 'yes, Gareth.' He Lifted His Finger. What About 'more, Gareth?'" He Almost Kept A Straith Face. "that Will Be Acceptable

Happy Endings Are All I Can Do. I Wouldn't Know How To Write Anything Else.

Tell Me Something Wicked.

He Said He Loved Me,” She Whispered. Daniel Swallowed, And He Had The Strangest Sensation, Almost A Premonition Of What It Must Like To Be A Parent. Someday, God Willing, He’d Have A Daughter, And That Daughter Would Look Like The Woman Standing In Front Of Him, And If Ever She Looked At Him With That Bewildered Expression, Whispering, “he Said He Loved Me . . .” Nothing Short Of Murder Would Be An Acceptable Response.

If You Want To Know If A Gentleman Loves You,” Her Mother Said, “there Is Only One True Way To Be Sure.” “it’s In His Kiss,” Her Mother Whispered. “it’s All There, In His Kiss.