Why Does Ian Think I Have To

The Smile Broke Across His Face The Way The Sunrise Set The Clouds On Fire.

You…made…me…faint,” I Accused Him Dizzily. “what Am I Going To Do With You?” He Groaned In Exasperation. “yesterday I Kiss You, And You Attack Me! Today You Pass Out On Me!” I Laughed Weakly, Letting His Arms Support Me While My Head Spun. “so Much For Being Good At Everything,” He Sighed. “that's The Problem.” I Was Still Dizzy. “you're Too Good. Far, Far Too Good.

What Is She To Me? Except A Menace — A Danger You’ve Chosen To Inflict On All Of Us.

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

Don't Be Afraid," I Murmured. "we Belong Together.