Sometimes love's not enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it ?
I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic.
Your kisses are mine.
He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.
You've got to have as many good times as bad, or it all becomes too painful and too much work.
My domineering lover made no apologies for his caveman tendencies.