“Um…you’re four blocks away. Why can’t you walk?”“I’m naked.” Sometimes the truth was like a band-aid in needof removal; one had to get it over with as quickly as possible.“And I’m sitting in a bougainvillea bush.”Jason was silent. Even his silence sounded angry. Praline knewhe should have sent a text.”

“Instead of putting a Band Aid on your cut finger, why not just amputate at the elbow? See, I’m a problem solver. I should go into politics.”

“There are two ways to remove a Band-Aid : slowly and painfully, or quickly and painfully. Your choice.”

“My mouth is often wounded by my sharp words, so sometimes when I’m out in public, I’ll wear a large Band Aid over my lips.”

“Let’s talk about why I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Who are you?” I demanded when I was certain he couldn’t escape my grip. “I’m a twenty-four-year-old Taurus who enjoys long walks on the beach.” Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could feel his arrogant grin. “You have ten seconds to explain yourself,” I ordered. “Or I’m really going to hurt you.” “Oh, come on! Can’t we get back to the kissing? You can’t tease a guy like that.”