And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

The true liberation, the true path to freedom, lay in the ability to forgive.

I'm after something far more esoteric than a virginal shag. Though, if you'd like, darlin', I'm certainly up for the task.

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

My feelings for you are not conditional. I don't judge you. I don't lose patience with you. I don't punish you. I just love you. That's all. Pure and simple.

If you insist on the chase," I say, my voice much surer than I feel."Then you better start training. 'Cause, dude you're in for a marathon.