You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart - & here are the flowers.

I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez-- talk about wham, bam, thank you ma'am.

This is all I know, too. Perhaps together we can chart a new course.

The platinum Omega watch he gave me at breakfast on our first morning in London obscures the red line. The inscription still makes me swoon.

Anastasia
You are My More
My Love, My Life
Christian

You are one brave woman," he whispers, "I am in awe of you.

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.