Love was a complicated thing, a complex process in a constant state of flux. Most people didn’t understand how to perfect the three-part harmony of lust, attachment, and commitment that produced true love.
Love was a complicated thing, a complex process in a constant state of flux. Most people didn’t understand how to perfect the three-part harmony of lust, attachment, and commitment that produced true love.
“Are we playing or not?”
Delilah raised her eyebrows. “Half-court, poison points at eleven, no tips, no free throws?”
"And a kiss for the winner?” He shot her a smoldering look that promised hot and dirty things if she wanted them.
Tears stung her cheeks as she tumbled into a free fall high above the Pacific surf. The wind swirled past her ears. She shut her eyes, praying she wouldn’t feel a thing past the moment of blistering pain as her body broke.