His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. "There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.

Whenever I appeared to have won an argument, Mom would say something like, 'Even broken clocks are right twice a day.

Why don't you go get in bed?" I stood, laying my hand on his chest and staring up at him. "Is that a dare?" He laid one hand over mine and pull me closer with the other. Leaning down, he kissed me gently. "It absolutely is. No falling out of it allowed, though.

Oh No! My wings are effed up!

But I'll say this, if what looks like the facts of the matter are conflicting with your feelings, then you need more information before deciding

I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.

Did that hurt? On your lip?" "Not too much. I said a few choice four-letter words, though.