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Honestly, I can’t believe it’s already Wednesday.  This week has just flown so far, and I’m a little stuck in the book.  Usually that means I’m trying to make characters do things they don’t want to do, so I have to pull back, let it stew, and let what happens next present itself, since what I had planned isn’t right.  I have faith it will work itself out shortly, but it’s not my favorite part of writing to say the least.

So, since it is Wednesday…

She nodded, that cascade of reddish-brown hair falling over her shoulder. He wanted to pull her to him, make whatever problem had entered her mind go away, but he waited. She was a thinker, and a talker. He just had to let her do both.

What are we doing, Dylan?” she asked.

I was hoping we were about to make love,” he answered. He had a boner from the depths of hell, her husky voice almost making him come in his pants earlier, but he had to say the next part.