"Can you guys not do this?" Elijah asked with a frown, "This is supposed to be a nice family dinner," "It's fine, Elijah. Don't we all know it, Laura," Chandler interjected. "Trust me, we all do…I'm sure Elijah does too because he practically hears it everyday." As he said it, clearly taunting her with his tone, he stretched his arm along the back of Elena's chair. His thumb dipped dangerously, and Elena felt it brush the edge of her spine. She held very, very still.Laura's eyes narrowed dangerously, so Elena cleared her throat. "He likes to mess with people too, I've noticed. Just ignore him."Chandler withdrew his hand with a low chuckle that made the hair lift on her arms. Normally, it was the kind of thing that would make her want to twist his balls up in a knot—but it was so obvious that he was baiting Laura, trying to garner any sort of reaction from this woman, even if it was her contempt. Contempt, when you've been ignored and overlooked, was a preferable alternative, someti

Her whole body felt stiff, and she stretched before pulling the duvet over her body. This was nothing a good sleep wouldn't fix. She was about to close her eyes when someone knocked at the door. Elena almost groaned. Who could it be? Probably Emily or Beth wanting to check up on her. The person knocked again and she threw off the covers and headed for the door to unlock it. She threw it open, her hand rubbing her forehead, she began, "Look, I'm really tired and I…." She froze, and her other hand tightened on her robe. "Oh…." Chandler stood in front of her, wearing a white shirt and black shorts, he looked handsome as usual, and she stood there, in her short silk robe with nothing underneath, and suddenly she felt… Exposed. "Hi," he said, "I'm sorry if I bothered you… I urmmm….. I checked the kitchen and you weren't there… And I ermm…. We have barely seen each other since…. We…. Since the day before yesterday, I mean… And I just wanted to check up on you. Make sure you are okay," E

"Elena…" he began, unable to decide how to voice out what he wanted. "Kiss me," she blurted out, making it easier for him. He was stunned for a second, so he remained still, "I want you to kiss me, Chandler," she repeated. That did it for him, and he threw caution to the wind. A smile curved the corners of his incredibly sensual lips as his hand tightened on her waist, the hard muscles beneath his shirt pressing against her sensitive breasts as he loomed over her. She glimpsed the intent in his heavy-lidded dark eyes a second before he lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue slid effortlessly between her parted lips and she forgot about everything else except him. It was how Elena imagined being swept up in a tornado must feel. The heat, the sensations like a primitive force of nature battering her, spiraling around her, sweeping her higher and higher until she was flung back in time, lost in the splendor of their passionate embrace.The persuasive movement of his tongue, skilfully

Lexi Rogers, soon to be Lexi Kendrick, made an absolutely stunning bride. Her mane of vibrant red hair was twisted up, and soft curls fell in every direction. Pearls adorned the style, matching the beading in her gown. Wispy tendrils surrounded her face that was flushing with excitement. Tears burned the backs of Elena's eyes. She’d never seen someone more in love or happier.Well, that wasn’t correct.When Elena looked in the mirror that morning, she saw the same glazed eyes and soft, distracted smile, and it scared her. How absolutely annoyingly stupid she had been. She'd slept off in Chandler's arms after he'd given her a second orgasm the previous night, and when she woke up that morning, he wasn't in bed with her. She assumed he'd snuck out later in the middle of the night, and she didn't know if she should be mad about it, or grateful because Emily had barged into the room minutes after she woke up. If Chandler had been there, they'd have had some serious explaining to do, and

Chandler sauntered toward her, and he stopped just out of arm's reach. "Agnes is a cat."Elena blinked up to his face. "What?""Agnes is Paul's horrible, evil, mean-tempered cat that hates every human being except him. And he can't remember how much food he put in her automatic feeder, so he's afraid she's going to starve to death before he can get home.""Oh," Elena said weakly.Chandler smiled. "Yeah, baby, oh indeed,""So, we're ... driving out into a snowstorm to check on a cat who lives out in the middle of nowhere."His nod was slow. "It looks like it."Elena looked around. Snow was already sticking to the ground. Tree branches were coated white, lending a magical air to the already stunning vista. Like a winter wonderland. Except not wonderful, not anymore since they were not going straight home. "He lives about an hour away?" she asked weakly. An hour wasn't so bad. No reason to freak out."Yeah. We better hit the road if we want to get back home on time."Elena pinched her ey