What are you gonna do if I break one of your *&^%$ing rules?
Somehow, being with Brittany brings something to my life that's missing, something ... right.
You're where I want to be.
Fans always say they laughed and they cried while reading my books. And I tell them that I laughed and cried while writing them.
Mr. Latino with the big ego got bested by a ditzy, blond bimbo.
The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.