LOGINThree months later . . . . . "You are like a sunflower glowing under the morning sun, with the radiance of a fish skin under the moonlight." I felt myself smile as I heard him. I was used to this by now; it was Walter after all. His compliments were always so...innovative. One time, I heard him te
My heart was about to break out of my ribcage; that was the only logical explanation I had for the wild beating in my chest right now. Time seemed to move too slow – even though it was barely five seconds since I rang the doorbell, it seemed like five years to me. The door finally creaked open, rev
'We got that' "Hood love," we sang along, voices loud. 'We got that' "Good love." 'We got that' "Hot love..." 'Make me make...' "Boy you make me make bad decisions," I sang, grinding on Sam, with her behind me. "Oh Lord, save me from temptation," she said dramatically – her hands on my waist
"I like Jake," I remarked offhandedly. "Yeah, I figured when you were ogling him at the start of the movie," he chirped between chuckles, earning a playful shove from me. Although, I couldn't quite help the chuckle that escaped my lips as well. But when the throaty sounds died down, however, I found
"Hey, you screamed first," I protested between laughs, with him echoing the throaty sound from beside me; the both of us reminiscing our first rollercoaster ride together. "I only did it because I knew you wanted to scream, so I took the first initiative," he answered, even adding a duh expression.
Hawk . . . . . 'Holland and I couldn't work out anymore because...she isn't the one I'm in love with.' Thinking about it again just made me want to bang my head on the wall for being so lame. What was she – a programmer? So, what was with the encrypted message that I gave? Why didn't I just tell h
"Axel? Oh...y-yeah Axel. We're totally chatting," she said with a chuckle which sounded pretty nervous to me. Strange. Something seemed off. I was just about to comment on it when Beckham and Sam came over to us. And soon, I was caught up in a string of laughter; with Juliette's weird behavior
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight." I drew out a breath. "Cara, try not being overly focused on getting the steps right. Your being too focused on getting it right is making your movements seem robotic. Try relaxing a little, it'll help you come off as more natural." She nodded
"Oh, you'll see." He smiled, looking pretty confident of himself, or perhaps his plan of making me cry. I couldn't help smiling to myself. Let's see just how long that confidence of his lasted. "And she was like, 'how could you do this to me, Ted?' And then I said, 'girl, I don't even know your
"What? Seriously? Dove cried for two days after seeing that movie." "And you?" I asked with a knowing smile. "Me?" He asked, doing that nervous chuckle thing only he knew how to do so well. "I didn't cry. I mean, it's just a movie." "Hmm, I see." I sensed him relax at my response, and I co







