You, Know I'm The Queen's Favorite Great

Okay, So. You, Belikov, The Alchemist, Sonya Karp, Victor Dashkov, And Robert Doru Are All Hanging Out In West Virginia Together.” “no,” I Said. “no?” “we’re, Uh, Not In West Virginia.

Now Get Some Clothes On Before The Women Around Here Are Driven Into A Frenzy." He Gave Me A Mournful Look. "i'm Afraid That'll Happen With Or Without Clothes, My Dear.

I Nodded. "yup. What I Did Was Tantamount To Treason In Their Eyes." "i Don't Know What 'tantamount' Means, But It Sounds Pretty Serious.

Seth Laughed When He Saw Me. “hey,” I Said, Poking Him With My Foot, “be Nice.” “i Think This Is The First Time I’ve Ever Seen You Look Anything Less Than…” He Paused, Playing With Word Choice. “well-planned.” “why, You Silver-tongued Romantic Devil. That Is The Look I Usually Go For. Other Women Go For Sexy Or Chic Or Beautiful. But Me? Well-planned All The Way.” “you Know What I Mean. Besides, Unplanned Isn’t A Bad Look For You. Not Bad At All.” His Voice Sounded Deliciously Low And Dangerous, And Something Ignited Between Us As We Held Each Other’s Eyes.

Feel Guilty. Mourn This. But Move On. Don't Let It Destroy You. Forgive Yourself.