A ghastly attempt at a smile, sure to send any normal person to a therapist.
Lyc-V is a jealous virus. It exterminates all other invaders with extreme prejudice.
Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.
Are you implying that our relationship is like a Spanish soap opera?” “I’m not implying. I’m saying it.
He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill her.
Seducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.