I hold her close, looking around for it, "Uh... whatever was making me complain like an idiot about not getting... well, as Andrew would put it, sexy time with you."
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
I flash a smile at her before shaking my head, "That... that was not Nic. He would have made a bigger exit. He wouldn't just disappear. Besides... he loves Jackie way too much to do that to her."
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
Remember: the plot is nothing more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. — Ray Bradbury