What are you doing?" she whispered. He wasn't sure why she was whispering, but he kept his voice just as low. "I want to taste you.

Are you nervous?"... "A little." "Do you want to stop?" "No, just go slow." "I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.

You look good in my shirt, " he murmured. The quiet words drew her gaze back to his face. "Then why do you look disappointed?" His shoulders lifted slightly. "I was hoping you'd be wearing nothing.

After one kiss you're already looking to get rid of me?

You want to start over?" he murmured against her ear. His hot breath sent shivers to her toes.

You're a machine, " she murmured when he swept kisses across her jaw and over her cheek. "Only for you, sweetheart.

Growing up she'd heard rumors about the enforcer and how badass he was...

Thank you, " she said against his neck. For what?" For putting up with me." He chuckled against the top of her head. "As if I could live without you.

Losing your job gives you the material from which life is made

To read is to truly escape from oneself

Is it possible that even happy moments of pleasure never stand up to a rigorous examination? Possible.

Christ appeared alive on several occasions after the cataclysmic events of that first Easter.

A mind sourced in Spirit is a river of immeasurable power and life-giving goodness.

I'm a regular person with an extraordinary job.

She didn't go all fangirl on anyone, but I suspect that's only because none of them bore the slightest resemblance to Nathan Fillion.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

I've worked since I was a five-year-old to be a performer.

Happiness or misfortune are prescribed by law of Heaven, but their source comes from ourselves.