M. Harding Kelly

“It's hard for me to fall asleep when I'm mad, because the anger swirls around my head and keeps me awake like a bad song that won't stop playing.””

“In about three seconds, I'm going to pick you up and carry you into your bedroom, strip your clothes from your body, and bury myself so deep inside of you.” He leaned in toward her. “So deep, you're gonna scream. It's going to be fast and hard, and it will hurt, but when I start, there will be nothing”

“You got me an engagement ring?” “Oh no,” I chirped, trying as hard as I could to keep my composure. “That’s for you to put on my finger.” When his eyes flashed back to mine, I waggled my eyebrows. “Guess you got me something after all.” His hand fell to his lap, ring all but forgotten as he stared at me with wide eyes. “Are you asking me to marry you?” I brushed off the question as if it was the silliest one he’d ever asked. “Heavens, no. That’s your job. I’m just dropping a subtle hint that I might be ready for you to do that. Whenever you’re ready, of course.” Once””