[anOTP for Anita Blake]
Miles sighs and paces the lawn near the pond. Why was it that the more she frustrated him, the more he wanted? Anita was like a drug; with every dose he became more addicted, though he felt he should know better. It made him question his sanity - professional colleagues were off-limits, and usually when people irritated him he wanted to get away, not closer.
She was like no woman he'd met before, that was for certain. He just couldn't put his finger on why there was such a difference.
She was like no woman he'd met before, that was for certain. He just couldn't put his finger on why there was such a difference.