My Commentary's Hilarious, Not Witty.

Dreams, Dreams. I Walk Them; I Live Them. I Delude Myself With Them. It's A Wonder I Can Spot Reality Anymore.

I Looked Back And Forth At Them In Amazement. I Didn't Know If I Was Witnessing A Fight Or Foreplay. I Wasn't Thrilled About Either Option.

Even Now, Despite Angeline's Watchfulness, She'd Occasionally Oscillate Between Random Topics, Like How Shepherd's Pie Wasn't A Pie At All And Why It Was Pointless For Her To Take Class In Typing When Technology Would Eventually Develop Robot Companions To Do It For Us.

When You've Got Everything You Need, Why Complicate It?

His Fingertips Slid Down From My Face, Lightly Stroking The Line Of My Neck, Down Toward My Shoulder. Everywhere He Touched, A Trail Of Goose Bumps Appeared. How Did He Keep Doing This To Me? Marcus—who Made Every Girl In The World Swoon—had Zero Effect On Me. But One Whisper Of A Touch From Adrian Completely Undid Me.