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 can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

There was nothing so attractive as a powerful, handsome, and self-assured man.

I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

I didn't know I was looking for anything until I saw you.