Siobhan Davis

What is that?_ Addison inspects the food with a look of sheer revulsion on her face. You__ swear I just handed her a plate full of arsenic. __he Works Burger with fries and extra onions and cheese, exactly as you ordered._ I keep my voice level.She sends me a scathing look. __o I look like I__ ever consume that amount of saturated fat?

I don__ think I__ feel any more violated if he__ stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.

He knows I__e seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.

This whole scenario is sick, depraved, but also grossly fascinating. I__e become a Peeping Tom. And. It__. Turning. Me. On.

I was wrong last night. Kyler isn__ just trouble. He__ an apocalypse-level disaster waiting to happen. I need to find some fallout shelter to hide in. And quick.

Are you in any pain? (Ariana Skyee)Only my heart. (Cal Remus)

I'm already under the covers when he comes in. I watch as he takes off his shirt and jeans, and climbs into bed beside me. On any other occasion, the sight and feel of his near naked body would send my blood pressure into orbit, but I'm so exhausted by the events of today that I'm incapable of feeling anything even close to desire. And he doesn't ask anything of me.

For the first time, with complete clarity and absolute conviction, I know I love him entirely with all that I have, everything I am, and who I__ going to be. Of course, I__e told him before, but not like this, not with the fierce swelling of love and fervent determination that I feel ebbing and flowing inside me, as vital as the air I breathe. Before__hen I said it__t was borne out of immaturity, or necessity, or maybe just plain old lust. Now I radiate with the veracity of my love and this newfound truth that we really are meant to be.

Zane looks pensive, and then his lips twitch. __hey say most girls end up marrying a guy just like their dad.___h God _ That__ so lame,_ I say, spluttering as coffee dribbles down my chin. __ believe it__ a tried and tested theory,_ he says, standing up and wiping my chin with the back of his hand. I jolt at his touch.__ow it__ a theory? I thought it was a saying? Next you__l be telling me it__ a fact._ I flop back down on the couch.__mpirical evidence shows that sixty-eight percent of girls marry a guy who displays similar personality traits to her father ..._ His voice trails off as I shake my head. __hat?_ he asks, his palms open and raised.__ou really need to get out more. Where__ you glean that interesting nugget? The desperate men__ journal perhaps?

The Suitors Ball is fast approaching and it's a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.

I work my way through the rest of my dates, but I'm only there in body. The boys usually give up after the first hour; it's difficult to have a conversation all by yourself. My ratings plummet, but at least my air-time is minimal now, I'm not offering much in the way of entertainment these days.

I plant a gentle parting kiss on his lips, our strategy is well and truly screwed at this stage anyway. We barely lasted a day.

My romantic history since arriving on Novo has been non-existent, but I don't know what, if anything, came before; thanks to the government's cerebral pilfering.

I look down at his beautiful face, shining with so much love and admiration for me, and I know that every struggle I__e faced up to this point has all been worth it, because it led me to him.

If there__ one thing I__e learned, buddy, it__ that love is messy and complicated. If it__ too easy, then it isn__ the real deal. It can__ be, because passion doesn__ follow the path of least resistance. It__ this fiery, out-of-control entity that sucks you in and spits you out more hurt and more alive than ever before.

I lie awake in bed until way past midnight, fervently hoping Ky is going make an appearance at any moment to explain his behavior. But as the clock chimes two, I have no choice but to face facts.He isn__ coming.And it feels ominous.Like the winds are changing, and destiny is altering.His absence is more than telling.It has a finality to it that scares me half to death.

When everything else is shattering, you feel like the one true constant.

He has me pinned on my back in record time, his mouth crashing against mine as we frantically devour one another. __wesome speech,_ he murmurs, pushing my sweater up and planting his hot mouth against my equally hot skin. __ery motivational.