I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.

Now I'm hot and bothered, and wondering why my new neighbor isn't putting the moves on me." "Maybe he doesn't want to push you too far, too fast and scare you off." Gideon's eyes glittered in the light of the television. "Is that so?" He nuzzled his nose against my temple. "If he has half a brain, he'd know not to let you get away." Oh... "Maybe I should make the first move," I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. "But what if he thinks I'm too easy?" "He'll be too busy thinking he's damned luck.

We are totally dysfunctional.” “I prefer ‘selectively deviant’. But we’ll keep that to ourselves.

Why? Why would you do that?” "You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.

More like Cross blew your circuits during one of his sexathons. Still can’t get over that man’s stamina. Wish he’d swing my way and wear me out.

I’m going out, remember?” I prodded. “And I’m going to drink too much, which makes me horny. Don’t forget to take your vitamins, ace.

I thought we’d turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.