I remember feeling the silence. I remember feeling the fear. I’m like, ‘This could be a wrap.’ And that’s what the silence was. It was like, ‘This could really be a wrap for you.’

I rap. I also wrap. It’s a gift I have.

He wore red, white, and blue, but he didn’t look patriotic—he looked like a sloppily wrapped birthday present. But it’s not his fault. I tried to wrap him as tight as I could without restricting...

WRAP ME UPI shiver.He pulls away.”Are you cold?” he asks.”A little.Plus… you know.””What?””Um… your kisses?”He laughs,pulls me downonto the blanketand wraps his armsand legs around me.Perfect.My kind of blanket.

Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.

Make sure the seaweed lies flat.”Okay.”Leave an inch below the knee.”Okay.”It’s got to be loose enough to put a finger in the top.”Sean Kendrick.’ I say it emphatically enough that the stallion’s ears prick toward...