“My fingers itched to touch, my lips begged to taste and my body buzzed with a frenzied energy, but my mind screamed to move far away from him fast.”

“I threw my hand over my mouth and blurted out the first best excuse I could come up with, “Morning breath!”

“I could practically hear the unspoken ‘good girl’ accompanied by a pat and scratch behind my ears like I was his obedient pet.”

“I was spinning—from the kiss, the alcohol or the lack of air, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed to pull away if only just to breath.”

“Spider or gum? Spider or gum? I thought quickly trying to come up with a believable excuse when I blurted out, “I swallowed a spider!” What? I swallowed a spider? What the hell is wrong with me?!”

“Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.”

“Fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches, your Grace. That’s my motto.”