our bun refuses to do anything as sensible as sit against something cold! eyeroll, you assume he has sense! he sits against the cold window at night in the winter, otherwise he just lies there and looks hot.
He slid his hands through my hair, then cupped my face. "You're amazing. You really are. I don't want Mason and Trigget handling this place. I want you handling it. Hell, I'm screwing this up entirely."
[FONT="]His frustrated and confused grimace had me laughing. "Seriously, Astor. It's fine. Look, give me some time to think about it, okay? I just got out of this ..." I wondered how to word it. "Intense relationship and I'm not really sure what I want right now. I've barely even been a vampire for a week yet, I have trouble handling my Emotive response and I have the business deal of the century to sign off on. I've just got a lot on my plate right now, and I don't want to blow you off simply because I'm too busy to handle anything else, you know?" [/FONT]
high five!
My editing went okay today. Loads of little changes that tightened stuff up.
But seriously, I think it's never going to be ready, you know? As in, I think it will take another beta to be ready for submission.
We could exchange, if you wanted?