When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

As an author you hope your characters have sparks but truly in the end they have minds of their own!

Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

Trust me to return to you." "I will wait forever. however long it takes.

Bonds are made to be broken," he said. "Just like rules.

Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.

Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.