He kissed me desperately, like a drowning man and I was his oxygen.

This was good, except that now I had two crazed, burning zombies standing between me and the exit, plus another one that wasn’t on fire. I had not thought this plan through at all.

There was something almost painful about that, the intensity of being so vulnerable and so intimate with him.

And I'm stuck in it with no way out. I love you, and I can't stop, and you don't even care!

I've taken every writing class I've had available. I took classes in high school, and I took English and writing classes in community college, but I dropped out of college. I also attended a local writing workshop two years ago.

You expect me to believe that you're being held against your will?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You're roaming around the castle freely." "As are you." He turned away from me then. "Not all prisons have bars. You should know that better than anyone, Princess.

The desperation was coming off you in waves. You were all but begging to dance with me. I am doing you a favor.