He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.
- Forget health clinics and gyms. Sex is the best cure. One good night of sex and your problems are gone.
- Good night, Seth.” “So you’re running again, then?” One of his boots thudded on the floor. “I’m not running.” The other boot hit the floor. “Really?” “Really. It’s just–” She stopped; she didn’t have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. “Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you.” He paused, waiting.