cute-moment

I looked to the sitting room then and gaped at Alec's body lying across my sofa making it look smaller than it was. He was reading something.A book."What are you readin'?" I curiously asked."That porn book we were talking about earlier at my house. This dude is my God! He just fucked this Ana chick while she was on her period.""Stop it!" I screeched. "Stop readin' and put the bloody book down!"He was reading Fifty Shades of Grey.I was both horrified and mortified.Alec got up from the sofa, placed the book on the coffee table and turned in my direction."Why are you blushing?"Him noticing my embarrassment only caused my already red cheeks to heat up even more."Oh damn, your cheeks are so flushed," Alec said and took a step towards me.

Heya, Arlene. What__ shakin_?_ Cotton greeted.__on__ shift some of this weight, everything,_ Arlene replied.

I do what the voices in my underwear tell me to do."Wait, what?"You mean the voices in your head?"Alec smirked. "Yeah, the voices in my head."I furrowed my eyebrows together and stared at him.Why was he smirking at me?He was confusing me.Wait.Voices in his underwear.In his head.The head in his underwear.I gasped. "You dirty bastard!

Roses are read, violets are blue; I'm using my hand, but I'm thinking of you.

I realized then that both Gladys and Norm were smiling at about the time I realized that Max and I were acting like lunatics.__ don__ think she__ tied up in knots anymore, Gladie,_ Norm observed.__he is, dear, just not ones she wants to untie,_ Gladys remarked.

We__e going down to the Margarita Grill to smell the lobster, then we__e going to watch the sunrise, and in between we__l probably have hot, unsafe animal sex.

And I like the light-up.___he what?___he light-up,_ he__ say. __ou know, that look people get when they finally realize you__e for real. It__ like electricity. It makes me tingle all over. Like a blanket full of static.__w. __eally? I__e never heard that.___eah, and I like it when people realize we__e out here.__ leaned in close once and asked him, __o you want your mom to realize you__e out here? Do you want her to know?___ah. It took her too long to get over me.__ll in all, he was a good kid.

You just seem so sad,_ I said, dialing voice mail. __ike someone stole your favorite nine millimeter._____ not sad._ He started down the hall, then turned back. __east not when I look at you._.

Then her imagination ran away with her. In Beckit__ head, her super-hot former stalker was just about to kiss all of her sorrows away.In real life, he was simply removing a small glop of toothpaste that had ended up on the outside of Beckit__ mouth.Nice. Wonderful. Faaantastic.Beckit cringed inside as her embarrassment was rivaled only by her newfound hatred for wandering fluoride.

Good shot.___ot really. I was aiming for his balls.

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don__ bite._ His hand brushed her cheek. __t least not hard.___hat__ a joke, right? Because I have proof you do bite hard.

Beautiful is sick, so we__e here to smother her back to health.

When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. __elcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.

I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall.Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask the question before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can."Hey! Wait!" he calls after me.I don't stop.

I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me

I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.

Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.

He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. ____ not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, I__ holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate._ I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isn__ much I can say. __his isn__ a hostage negotiation._ He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. __ guess I should introduce myself._ He holds a hand out for me to shake. ____ Nathan._ I stare at his hand for a moment. __aylor,_ I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand. He lets his hand fall back to his side. __t least I got you to say something non-hostile._ __ haven__ been hostile,_ I object. His eyebrows shoot up. __h, haven__ you?_ __hy don__ you leave me alone?_ I snap. __eave and don__ come back._ I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He can__ follow and annoy me if I lock the door. __here are you going?_ he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isn__. Once inside, I slam the door behind me. __hat was totally not hostile!_ he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too.