Moving between her thighs, he stretched out above her, then thrust into her. Once. Because, as he did everything, he acted without hesitation or apology to claim her entirely. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught. Holding her gaze, he pressed himself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again.

He won't hurt me. I have a secret weapon.

People don't care how smart woman is as long as she's charming and gay and pretty.

i'm going to marry you. i thought you'd like to know in case you wanted to buy a dress or something.

Even knowing the ending was sad, I wouldn't have deprived myself the beauty of the story.

Be prepared to work hard to be a writer.

I love being the bad guy, simply because I was always so responsible, so predictable growing up.