I'm going to kill them all
His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too. " "I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.
If we're doing this for ten hours, I'm going to need a little incentive to stay motivated. " Patch hooked his elbow around my neck and dragged me into a kiss. "Every time you strip my sword, I owe you a kiss. How's that sound?" I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "That sounds really dirty. " Patch waggled his eyebrows. "Look whose mind just rolled into the gutter. Two kisses per strip. Any objections?" I pulled on an innocent face. "None whatsoever.
New York, you got money on your mind. And my words won't make a dime's worth a difference, so here's to you New York.
My philosophy is that everything starts with a great product.
Now, what sort of person would write a scene where a young man stumbles upon a castle full only of beautiful young women? Answer: ME!
I loved the Cure and Bauhaus and the Smiths. The people in my town weren't privy to that kind of music and I got abused. I discovered the microphone to get out some of that angst.