"She paused, a serious expression clouding her happy face."Erik, do you feel the same? I know my question is hardly appropriate considering you just a...ked for my hand, but I have never been one to play coy games. Indeed, I am completely inexperienced in matters of the heart. You are the only man I have ever kissed. Nay, you are the only man I have ever wished to kiss."She halted, turned away from him and felt her cheeks blush a furious crimson.He threw his head back and released a stream of. "A moment later, the door popped open and Adrienne stood there, stunningly gorgeous in a matching bridesmaid's dress and looking quite anxious herself."Adrienne? What's going on?" I asked hurried.Adrienne just waggled her head and leaned in to peck my lips. "You'll see." She jerked her thumb back into the room. And then she turned to Brandi. "You go ahead. Lock the door. I'll keep everyone outside."Brandi nodded and dragged me through the doorway while Adrienne stepped out into the hall. Brandi. Eventually, she relented, but with a condition. “Only if I’m on top,”“If you really don’t want to...”“No, no, it’s fine. Bad memories of having sex on a beach, that’s all. Not your fault.”“If it reminds you of something traumatic, we can...”“No, not traumatic. Well, yes traumatic, but not in that way. Just ... a lot of sand.”“It is a beach,” he quipped.“No, I mean sand inside me. Everywhere inside me.”“Oh. Ouch.”“Yes, ouch. Especially since it took a few minutes for us to realize that the. “Ghost guns are sold without serial numbers. They’re usually shipped in kit form — only partially assembled — so they’re legal. A technicality, a loophole, but there you go.”I sat here, in Matt’s bed, gently stroking his back, thinking now about ... eccentric stuff. Ash Collins once told me he likes the fact that my mind works in oblique ways. Rather than looking directly at a picture, I sometimes peered out through a hazy window, around a corner. Spotted an unseen pattern.The oddball.