Our Whole Family Thrives Under Pressure. It's

Except...i Do. Of Course I Do. Because As His Hands Gently Cup My Waist, I Don't Make A Sound. As He Swivels Me Around To Face Him, I Don't Make A Sound. I Don't Need To. We're Still Talking. Every Touch He Makes, Every Imprint Of His Skin Is Like Another Word, Another Thought, A Continuation Of Our Conversation. And We're Not Done Yet. Not Yet.

Darling, When Things Go Wrong In Life, You Lift Your Chin, Put On A Ravishing Smile, Mix Yourself A Little Cocktail.

That's The Trouble With Having The Whole World Love You. One Day, You Wake Up And It's Flirting With Your Best Friend Instead. And You Don't Know What To Do. You're Thrown.

A Party Like This Isn't About The Surprise Factor. It's About Someone Going To So Much Trouble That It Just... Overwhelms You.

What Are They Waiting To See?" Sam Follows My Gaze And I Shrug. "who Knows? You Could Always Do A Dance, Or Tell A Joke, Or... Kiss The Bride?" "not The Bride," He Wraps His Arms Around Me, And Gradually Pulls Me Close. Our Noses Are Practically Touching. I Can See Right Into His Eyes. I Can Feel The Warmth Of His Skin. "you." Me. "the Girl Who Stole My Phone." His Lips Brush Across The Corner Of My Mouth. "the Thief." "it Was In A Bin." "still Stealing." "no It Isn't-," I Begin. But Now His Mouth Is Firmly On Mine, And I Can't Speak At All. And Suddenly, Life Is Good.