"you’re Different,” He Said, Touching My Face.

What Is It With You, Sex, And Modes Of Transportation?

Can I Take Advantage Of You In The Limo?” His Eyes Laughed At Me. “by All Means, Angel Mine.

I Kicked Off My Shoes And Pulled His Hand Away From The Wheel So I Could Straddle His Lap And Hold Him. His Grip On Me Was Excruciatingly Tight, But I Didn't Complain. We Were On An Insanely Busy Street, With Endless Cars Rumbling Past On One Side And A Crush Of Pedestrians On The Other, But Neither Of Us Cared. He Was Shaking Violently, As If He Were Sobbing Uncontrollably, But He Made No Sound And Shed No Tears. The Sky Cried For Him, The Rain Coming Down Hard And Angry, Steaming Off The Ground.

We Knew Our Strengths And Played Up Our Assets. But We Couldn't See What Made Us Unique Enough For Someone To Really Love Us.

Go Home, Gideon. Please." "i Am Home." He Caught Me From Behind And Buried His Face In Mu Soaked Hair. "i'm With You.