I walk inside our beachhouse, smiling at how pretty it is, and sigh. Mthe bite marks completely gone and DNA out of my body, feeling perfectly fine, I take our suitcase from Jag and plop on the bed, smiling up at him, "This is gonna be fun."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wrap an arm around her and think. Still wanna go easy on her... "Walk down the beach? We haven't done anything really romantic in this relationship yet."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside