The love of every single one of my lives.
As above, so below, as within, so without.
No: What the heck happened? Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?
One more sign of how perfect Damen is—he keeps a pair of trunks in his car.
Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.
He stops in his tracks, face expressing major disappointment. "Wait - seriously? That's it? We don't get to do a stealthy tiptoe as we slip around back? No sneaking through a cracked window, or arguing over who gets to crawl through the dogie door to let the other one in?