groveling

I'm thinking skywriting. 'Sorry I was an asshat. Please forgive my stupid butt.

Echo slides off the hood, and her hips have this easy sway as she walks to the back passenger door. Damn, she__ gorgeous__ed, curly hair flowing over her shoulders, a pair of cut-offs hugging her ass and a blue spaghetti-strap tank dipped low enough to show cleavage.My fingers twitch with the need to touch. I__ going to have to pull some major groveling to gain forgiveness. If I were smart, I__ find a way to say sorry without opening my mouth. Never fails that half the time I try to apologize, it comes out wrong.

All that shameless groveling. no wonder 'merapa wanted him to go. This was his punishment, a conclusion clearer than anything he'd witnessed since leaving Mira III. Would his father do that? of course he would. That's what parents were for.

I know. I know I__e been a jerk, and I don__ have a good excuse. But touching you and loving you, and knowing you were planning to leave me, made me crazy. After we made love the second time, I began to think maybe you__ decide to stay with me. I started to think about you and me waking up every day together for the rest of our lives. I even thought about kids and taking some of those breathing classes when you got pregnant. Maybe buying one of those mini-vans.

Forget the garden rake. Remember that time you dived over the desk at that guy in moot court? Had him by the throat in two seconds flat, that's what I heard.""You heard wrong.""And they suspended you for how long?" Antonia innocently asked."A day. And I apologized. Actually I crawled like a slug and ate dirt," Bree said ruefully. "But that was years ago, and have I pulled a stunt like that again? No, I have not.