You Look Confused," Said Adrian. I Shook

No," He Said, Voice Thick And Husky. His Fingers Dug Into The Chair's Arms. "you'd Better Not Get Too Close." I Stopped, Laughing Softly. "you Don't Strike Me As The Assaulting Type, Mortensen." "yeah, Well, There's A First Time For Everything.

Sydney, I'm So Happy To See You Again. If There's Anything I Can Do For You, Please Let Me Know. And You Must Be Neil." "your Majesty." Neil Swept Her A Bow So Low That His Forehead Touched The Ground. Above Him, Adrian Rolled His Eyes. "easy There, Lancelot," Adrian Said. "i Don't Think Bowing Is Required When She's In Jeans And Bunny Slippers.

You Should've Just Gotten A Kids' Meal.” Adrian Told Me, Pointing To My Half-eaten Burger And Fries. “you Could've Saved Me A Lot Of Money. And Gotten A Toy.

Life, Unfortunately, Doesn't Seem To Care What We Want.

If I Could Dream, I Know I'd Dream About You.i'd Dream About The Way You Smell And How Your Dark Hair Feels Like Silk Between My Fingers. I'd Dream About The Smoothness Of Your Skin And The Fierceness Of Your Lips When We Kiss. Without Dreams,i Have To Be Content With My Own Imagination—which Is Almost As Good. I Can Picture All Those Things Perfectly.