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I’m falling in love with my merman. I’m not sure if there is any point in writing the rest of the book because after the scene I wrote yesterday, there is no way I’m going to let this other wench have him. HE IS MINE. I’m jealous of her. I want it to be my soft lips he places his hard ones against, my desperate mouth he breathes his oxygen into, my needy tongue he accidentally touches with his, my cold, shivering body he holds underwater against his lean, mean, hot, safe-but-dangerous build. I want to know that twenty feet above us on a dark, storm-washed bridge, terrorists would kill me but for this amazing man of secrets who pulls me into the deep blue and mysteriously, shockingly, oh so sexily, keeps me alive.
I would live undersea forever for him.
I bet he doesn’t even have a cat that will wake me up at 3 a.m. EVERY DAY. Cats don’t really like water….
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on March 8, 2005
