Sometimes The Best Hiding Place Is The

If There Was A Jane Austen Camp, I Would Go, No Question.

He Leaned Over To Kiss The Top Of My Head, And Then Groaned. I Looked At Him, Puzzled. "you Smell So Good In The Rain," He Explained. "in A Good Way, Or In A Bad Way?" I Asked Cautiously. He Sighed. "both, Always Both.

Sometimes, Loyalty Gets In The Way Of What You Want To Do. Sometimes, It’s Not Your Secret To Tell.

I Don't Have The Strength To Stay Away From You Anymore

So… Um… What’s The, Er, Date? You Know, The Due Date For The Little Monster.