“Angela,” I said softly as I took her hands and pulled her up off the couch and into my arms. “I’m going to kiss you,” I told her, losing my...self in her chocolate brown eyes.“I want you, John,” she whispered.I bent my head and brushed my lips across hers. Her hands landed on my shoulders as I deepened the kiss. My tongue gently pushed between her lips and she moaned as it slid over hers. The kiss grew more intense as our tongues teased and danced, and I felt I might die if I didn’t get inside. It will have a hilt made of dragon bone and its guard will be made of dragon teeth.The armor you plan on making is quite different. Made of enchanted wood from the strongest trees around, inlayed with a mesh of mithril links and runes inlaid with melted wind crystal to make it as light as a feather, reduce how much sound you make while increasing movement speed, and increasing range of motion.Finally, a shield that reduces physical damage taken and resistant to all forms of magic made of dragon. “16”“16 sir. This gift is between your mother and me. I can see your lack of a father figure didn’t help your manners much,” Michael said. I could see my mother considering saying something but she just fiddled with the necklace nervously until Michael said “here baby let me help you with that” and she turned around while he stood up and put the necklace around her neck.“Honestly Michael, I don’t know what I did to deserve such a beautiful gift,” my mother said, clearly trying to lighten the. He wanted desperately to be more domesticated but couldn’t stand the sedentary life of the suburbs. Becky wanted it all. The little house with a picket fence, two and a half kids, the whole nine yards. Not him. He was still young and wanted to do the daring shit he had always done, but you just can’t do that and also put someone else first. He loved his life and wouldn’t compromise what he considered living with suburban life.~~~He had met Becky about the time his Russia mission had come to an.