If I’m gonna be alone, let it be with you.
“From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?”
Melissa Slogar sat Grogar the teddy bear carefully down in the corner of the old bench by the lake, then sat down on the other end of the bench, as far from the teddy bear as she could get while still technically sitting with the bear. After weeks in the prison infirmary the doctors had concluded that whatever the teddy bear had once been, he was now no more than an inanimate object. Continue reading
I’ve been hooked on romance novels ever since I borrowed my first one from Heather Z. in seventh grade to giggle (and blush) over the romantic (read: sex) scenes.