I’m not asking you to love me. I’m asking you to let me love you. I’m fine if you never say it. I just want you, Madison.
R.L. MathewsonFor as long as you want me, Madison. I am your man.
R.L. MathewsonWait, you don’t have a license. You can’t drive.”
He turned the car on and threw it into drive. “Hmmm, look at that, it seems I can.
Stupid, toe curling kissing bastard
R.L. MathewsonHe looked between the plate of muffins he swore just moved and her tee shirt that needed to be incinerated and shook his head. "I'm truly at a loss for words here," he muttered.
R.L. MathewsonHow do you make a living if you’re writing a book?” Joshua asked. The boy was getting a bike for Christmas that’s all there was to it.
David squirmed in his seat. “It doesn’t pay anything yet.”
“So, then what do you do to pay the bills?” Joshua asked. Forget the bike, he was getting a go-cart.
In his opinion if a man didn't have the balls to make a move he didn't deserve the woman he desired.
R.L. MathewsonI apologise for my friend's rudeness, he just learned how to to walk upright last year.
R.L. MathewsonTrevor, let's go upstairs and take a really hot bath with extra bubbles so that my skin gets all sudsy and slippery so you can run your incredibly gifted naughty hands over me while we see how many times you can make me come before the water gets cold
R.L. Mathewson...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.
R.L. MathewsonTag: progress thoughts touched murderous
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