“Why don't you write a story for me?”
“Really?” I squeaked. “Um, what about?”
“Well, something with a good guy and a bad guy and a hot chick.”
…”Okay, anything else?”
“The hot chick has to have pretty blonde hair and kickass blue eyes,”
….”And the good guy is a musically talented man who is incredibly sexy...?”
He grinned and kissed me. “Not at all – that's the bad guy. And I don't care if he wins or loses – that doesn't make a difference.” He shifted and hovered over me, kissing me again – and again and again and again...His lips lingered over mine as he whispered: “I just want the bad guy to get the girl.”