You And I Aren't Friends Either.

Keith Was Just Bringing The Glass To His Lips When Adrian Said, "mmm. O Positive, My Favorite." Keith Sprayed Out The Wine He'd Just Drunk And Promptly Started Coughing. I Was Relieved That None Got On Me. Jill Burst Into Giggles, And Clarence Stared At His Glass Wonderingly. "is It? I Thought It Was A Cabernet Sauvignon." "so It Is," Said Adrian, Straight-faced. "my Mistake.

Since I’m Presuming You Don’t Mean You Finally Bought Him A Leash, Let Me Say Simply That There Is A Big Difference Between Allowing An Animal To Ravage You And Allowing Yourself To Be Ravaged. One Is Common. The Other Is Art. It Is Planned. Crafted, Even. Only Capable Of Being Done By A Master.

I Felt Like Someone Had Ripped My Heart Out And Tossed It Across The Other Side Of The Room. There Was A Burning, Agonizing Pain In My Chest, And I Had No Idea How It Could Ever Be Filled. It Was One Thing To Accept That I Couldn't Have Dimitri. It Was Something Entirely Different To Realize Someone Else Could.

A Year. We'd Known Each Other Only A Year, But We'd Lived A Lifetime In It.

I Felt A Strange Fluttering Sensation In My Chest. Butterflies, Cardiac Arrest . . . It Was Hard To Say What Exactly.