I have a free couple of hours,” i told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. “there’s a very private, very secluded barn in lookout hill park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes.” i heard the smile in his voice. “you want me bad.
I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.
He grinned when i didn’t protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that – a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and patch’s grin deepened. “more?” he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. “more.
Do you think the bible is accurate? I mean, do you think it’s real?” ” i think pastor calvin is hot. In a fortysomething way. That pretty much sums up my religious conviction
I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
