J. Saman

Honestly, I don__ know if I have a favorite,_ he emphasizes the word. __ like a lot of different music, and find myself listening to different things depending on my mood or where I__ at in my life._ I secretly love that answer. A lot actually.

You feel it too, don__ you?_ I don__ have to ask her what she__ talking about. I felt it the moment I grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving. I felt it the moment I saw her hair fly by my face, and before __hat when I noticed her walking across campus. She__ different and we could be something different together. Something astounding. Something you encounter once in a lifetime, if that. It__ been five minutes and I can already tell that.

Because there are no guarantees.No promises on time.There is only this moment.And this moment now belongs to me.

It__ nothing. It__ fine._ Ryan spins back around, walks the three steps to the marble counter and downs half my glass of wine. Yeah. Sure. Nothing. And if I continue to eat cherry Danish for breakfast every morning, my ass won__ spread

His gaze turns soft, and for a moment, I__ completely swept away with the promise in those eyes. There__ nothing dirty, heated or sinister in them. They__e warm and enticing and so bloody sincere that I__ finding it hard to look away, let alone breathe.

I feel like one of those cartoon characters helplessly following the scent of something yummy when I__ near him.

He pushes off the wall with his foot, standing tall and gorgeous over me. My eyes glide up until they meet his and for the life of me, I can__ stop my smile. Neither can he. So, we stand there, smiling at each other with high school giddiness mixed with very grownup lust swimming between us.

We run in silence, enjoying the sunrise over the ocean and I swear there are few things more beautiful than this. Pinks and purples and yellows fill the sky, bathing us in light. The salty breeze brushes my skin, sticking to my moistened flesh.

Luke is unimaginable. And it__ not just his talented tongue or the way he looks at me like I__ the most beautiful woman he__ ever seen__hough neither of those hurt his cause. No, it__ the way he makes me feel free when I have been hiding. Awake instead of dormant. Fearless instead of petrified. Ceaseless instead of temporary.

It__ one of those laughs that light up her whole face, and you can__ help but join in because it__ just that infectious.

He explained that often times it's the love of something- like money, material, possessions, or power-and the fear of losing them, that command people to act. That love and fear are really the only two things that can forever alter a person, whether for the better or worse.

The two of them became an instant couple. Very Romeo and Juliet without the wonky families and tragic double-suicide thing.

Sometimes you just get a feeling about someone and that feeling is worth more than all of the little things put together.

Dammit, I__e missed her lips, her taste, her smell, her touch. I__ dizzy. I__ lost. I__ never coming up for air again. Everything I need to survive is in my arms right now, and I__ never letting go. Ever. __atie,__ breathe, and she shudders.