She could've stared into those eyes for a thousand years and never noticed the time passing by.

I gave him my hard stare. “You're a control freak and I fight all authority. And you want us to mate?” A wicked spark lit his eyes. “Many, many times.

He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.

What's so funny?" "Your panties have a bow," he said. I looked down. I was wearing a short tank top -not mine- and my blue panties with a narrow white strip of lace at the top and a tiny white bow. Would it have killed me to check what I was wearing before I pulled the blanket down? "What's wrong with bows?" "Nothing." He was grinning now. "I expected barbed wire. Or one of those steel chains." Wiseass. "I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft." "I bet.

Getting a lecture on restraint from the woman who threw a hissy fit and blew up Babylon.

The human body is an amazing organism. It can go from dead tired to completely alert in a terrified blink.

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.