He still a mystery to me. And God, did I want to play Nancy Drew.
If brains could have orgasms, I'm pretty sure this was what it would feel like.
I get what it's like to want something, but to try and force yourself to really believe that you don't.
We spend so much time defending our choice to do this that it becomes hard to show any vulnerability at all. There's only so many times you can handle someone asking about your fall back for when things don't work before you start thinking that maybe the fall back should just be your plan.
Do me a favor? Be a gentleman tomorrow?
The timbre of his voice went into that low register that made my insides curl in on themselves--it was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs.
But sex...that was the opposite of control. There were emotions, and attraction, and that pesky other person that just to be involved. Not my idea of fun.
She said she wanted my best line tomorrow after the show, and now I knew what it was going to be.
What? Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.
You are unbelievably sexy.
It was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs. God, I was dying the longest, most tortuous, and arousing death in the history of the world.
No matter how close, you are always too far. My eyes are drawn everywhere you are...
How much of my fever-induced dream was real? I felt safe assuming that my time as a bee was fiction, as well as a few mythological animals that I swear I'd seen. Then I'd lived on the sun with aliens.