I Can Do This, I Lied To

Let Me Guess,' Ian Said In A Voice Like Ice. 'you Fell On A Rock.

My First Language, The True Language Of The Soul Spoken Only On Our Planet Of Origin, Had No Word For Betrayal Or Traitor. Or Even Loyalty- Because Without The Opposite, The Concept Had No Meaning.

“bella, I've Already Expended A Great Deal Of Personal Effort At This Point To Keep You Alive. I'm Not About To Let You Behind The Wheel Of A Vehicle When You Can't Even Walk Straight. Besides, Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Drunk,” He Quoted With A Chuckle. I Could Smell The Unbearably Sweet Fragrance Coming Off His Chest. “drunk?” I Objected. “you're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.” He Was Grinning That Playful Smirk Again.

When I Told You I Didn't Want You It Was The Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy

I Almost Took The Door Off The Car