It was the smell of her hair that always threatened to undo him.
( Cut for mild sexual content. )

Falling felt like flying. Or maybe it was that flying felt like falling. Sam Tyler couldn't really be sure of the distinction ( Read more... )

I used to think reality had a strict set of rules. I thought it was something you took in through your eyes, processed with your brain, and filtered through logic. There was right and wrong, black and white, good and bad, and everything had its rightful place ( Read more... )