The whole world can't lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven't got any more - and by remembering too much.

We can lick gravity, but sometimes the paperwork is overwhelming.

I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.

Oh.” I touch my cheeks. “You licked me.”He laughs and leans over, giving a tiny tongue swipe to my hand. “You’re very lickable.”I try to hit him. He laughs harder and grabs my hands.“No fair! Mere mortal against werewolf,” I complain.“Fine.”He lets go, but first he kisses my fingers, each of them. I sigh happily.

I glared at Christian as the blood smeared around. “You could have at least licked it.”He smirked darkly. “I hear that all too often.