Oh, oh. My heart starts that quivering, fluttering thing it does whenever he hints at his desire for me. Lacing his fingers through mine, he moves to close the gap between us. I know he’s...

I won’t pressure you, Ari, but I’m not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.

There’s a part of me that recognizes him on a cellular level, a part that seeks his comfort and solace, that feels more than comfortable in his arms. And when he stares at me with...

You really need to get out more. Where’d you glean that interesting nugget? The desperate men’s journal perhaps?