The only way I survive is to never stop moving. I make sure I’m always surrounded by others, so I won’t have time to think and end up imploding like a dying star.

How about I take you to my studio? Much less dangerous. Plus, I need a model and you could sit for me.””You want me to sit for a portrait?” I asked stunned.”Actually, at the moment...

Double-check your century Jules. No dance cards.” Jules shrugged & gave me his most flirtatious smile.

My gaze moved to Vance. He was looking up at me and I could read nothing in his eyes.”Another pop?” I asked.He shook his head but kept watching me. I looked at the floor and...

Outside my bike, never has anything important in my life been just mine.” My body stilled, so did my heart, and my eyes locked with his. He started moving again, slowly, deeply and he kept...

Huh?” I say.

It’s probably as much as I appreciate yours.