Cast around the eternally-dying star was a green oval-shaped nebula, about three times as large as the star itself, and making the whole thing resembl...e an eye with the black hole as the pupil.“The eye of God…” I murmured.While the star was beyond my human comprehension in terms of size, I could feel myself being pulled towards it through the strength of its gravity. Whether this was truly the eye of God, I could not be sure, but one thing I was certain of was that it was my death. No, this. "You wouldn't bring me here if we weren't in love, would you?" Never, princess. I love you more than I ever imagined. I adore you." You should, Ed. Now, is it wrong for me to want to do things that people who are in love might do?" No." Including playing all evening in the hotel room?" I want that. I just don't want you to think that's all..."She giggled. From a tear on her cheek to a giggle in thirty seconds. "I'm the one who's supposed to be all 'he just wants me for sex.' Ed, it's NOT about. For hours at a time, she had left him spread eagle on this wall, humiliating him. Naked to anyone who might come in. Unable to cover his nakedness if someone did come in.Reaching into her pocket she withdrew the leather band and draped it over his shoulder, letting it slide down over him. She reached in to caress his face, as he closed his eyes to her touch. His head tilting down against her hand, longing for her touch.She suddenly reached out and grasped his nipple, pinching it savagely. His. ”Callie asked, “Can you leap tall buildings in a single bound, too?”I laughed again. “Nope. Can’t dance, either.”Then on Tuesday, for no reason whatsoever, Callie moved in close while we were in the kitchen, slipped her arms around me, and hugged me. “You’re a nice guy, Hunter,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here.” I’d stood, rigid, my hands feeling awkward and limp at my side, unsure how to react, her action so alien to me. She’d smiled in amusement. “Relax, Lightfoot. I’m not going to assault.