When we kissed for the second time, we didn't stop (couldn't).

The brain becomes illogical, in the throes of new romance.

There was something in her eyes! Her eyes were expressive and from the first day that they met, they spoke to him a million things! He could know which night she had cried, which night she had slept peacefully and which night of hers had been spent in complete sleeplessness.

But I know that in my heart of hearts that drinking is about as good an escape as an innocent game of suicide skiing, so I know also that David's complete obsession with video games of this type, or any type, are far from healthy.

Gin and tonics won't say "I love you" and neither will he.