I blinked, astonished. "I don't discount gucci handbags believe it…" I mumbled to myself.

"Trust me just this once — you are the opposite of ordinary."

My embarrassment was much stronger than my pleasure at the look that came

into his eyes when he said this. I quickly reminded him of my original

argument.

"But I'm not saying goodbye," I pointed out.

"Don't you see? That's what proves me right. I care the most, because if

I can do it" — he shook his cheap Nike shoes head, seeming to struggle with the thought —

"if leaving is the right thing to do, then I'll hurt myself to keep from

hurting you, to keep you safe."

I glared. "And you don't think I would do the same?"

"You'd never have to make the choice."

Abruptly, his unpredictable mood shifted again; a mischievous,

devastating smile rearranged his features. "Of course, keeping you safe

is beginning to feel like a full-time occupation that requires my

constant presence."

"No one has tried to do away with me today," I reminded him, grateful for

the lighter subject. I didn't want him to talk about goodbyes anymore. If

I had to, I supposed I could purposefully put myself in danger to keep

him close… I banished that thought before his replica gucci handbag

quick eyes read it on my face. That idea would definitely get me in trouble.

"Yet," he added.

"Yet," I agreed; I would have argued, but now I wanted him to be

expecting disasters.

"I have another discount gucci handbags question for you." His face was still casual.

"Shoot."