Status Updates From Screen (Paris Secrets, #2)

Was I the other woman? Mercy. I am his cyber girlfriend.

Was I the other woman? Mercy. I am his cyber girlfriend.

Was I the other woman? Mercy. I am his cyber girlfriend.

Was I the other woman? Mercy. I am his cyber girlfriend.

I wasn't acting childish. I was protecting my heart. I needed to armor up. It was the only way I could get through this day.

Love is gentle and sexy with us. You have to believe that.

"I did. I tend to fall in love easily."

"Who are you to tell me how to think and feel? How to love? Who to love? When to love? This is what I feel about you, mon abielle, and I mean it."

"Is it fair to fall in love with someone and not even know their name?"

I had become a goddess comfortable within her skin. It felt empowering. Now the sigh did escape. "A spurned goddess," I muttered.

"I feel you are missing from me."

"Vous etes es dans un bel etat."

"Whatever you just said, I agree."

He laughed. "I said you were a gorgeous mess."

Who cared if he was the cooking serial killer? At least I'd leave this world with a full stomach.

Who cared if he was the cooking serial killer? At least I'd leave this world with a full stomach.

We'd come a long way. Voyeurism across the street from one another to cyber-sexing. I sighed.

Yep, that's me. Vanilla to the core.

Stop thinking! The little devils on my shoulder were named Myself and My Thoughts.

Stop thinking! The little devils on my shoulder were named Myself and My Thoughts.

Stop thinking! The little devils on my shoulder were named Myself and My Thoughts.

I miss you, even though I see you every night. I miss... what I don't have from you yet.

Okay. So the something that had to be wrong with him had just revealed itself. The man was a workaholic. And he was far too casual about coitus interruptus.

Sigh... We were almost close to normal now that we'd added voice to our repertoire.

We were a we. How cool was that?

Introversion didn't mean shyness or even being a hermit. I simply guarded my privacy.

Introversion didn't mean shyness or even being a hermit. I simply guarded my privacy.

"I'm just falling into your voice. I could get lost in it. Maybe even live there. I know that sounds silly."

"I wanted to be queen of my castle. And whether or not a king sat beside me was entirely up for negotiation."

With my library organized, I felt as if I'd made great leaps for womankind."

"I would never admit to him that I had a thing about writing in notebooks. I couldn't do it. Couldn't make a mark on that first pristine page. And I owned half a dozen blank notebooks to prove my strange affliction." Great. I thought it was juat me. I'm the same with planners.