It feels like my soul is slowly leaving my body and heading off to an unknown place, some “safe” place where it doesn’t have to put up with me and my night terrors.

Thumbs down to ones who didn't want your ideas, move on and to bigger and better things.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

And in an instant I was pinned beneath him, which was not an entirely unpleasant experience once I realized it was Ranger. We were groin to groin, chest to chest, with his hands locked around my wrists. A moment passed while we did nothing but breathe.

Written By Janet Evanovich

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