Stop It, Mom, You're Making Me Blush.

He Shifted His Weight, Throwing His Good Leg Off The Bed As If He Were Going To Try To Stand. “what Are You Doing?” I Demanded Through The Tears. “lie Down, You Idiot, You’ll Hurt Yourself!” I Jumped To My Feet And Pushed His Good Shoulder Down With Two Hands. He Surrendered, Leaning Back With A Gasp Of Pain, But He Grabbed Me Around My Waist And Pulled Me Down On The Bed, Against His Good Side. I Curled Up There, Trying To Stifle The Silly Sobs Against His Hot Skin.

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.

You're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.

What A Marshmallow. You Should Hold Out For Someone With A Stronger Stomach. Someone Who Laughs At The Gore That Makes Weaker Men Vomit.

The Only Reason I Left Was To Protect You.