Gideon crosses the street, heading straight to Mia. He grabs her by the arms abruptly and pulls her to him, his arms locking around her and holding her tight and fast. She felt his erratic breathing, augmented beneath his ear and his chest, like his heartbeat. His beat as fast as hers. "Mia, I'm so sorry." She tried to leave, he did not let her go. She buried her face in his chest and breathed in his soft scent. "I had not realized how much I was going to miss you, and I just picked it up now." he said. "No, Jason." she said. She forced put away from him. He looks at her, She tightened her face, pressing her forehead to his. "Jason, don't ......" she murmured. He tilted her head back, his hand on the back of her neck while the other was still swiftly wrapped around her back. He has his mouth over hers, his gentle and persuasive kiss, shedding passion and they both felt they were tight, fervently kissing him back, worshiping him, he pulls and caresses his face with his thumbs. "I love you, Mia ... I'm sorry. Please forgive me." He whisper to her. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and he pulled her down so that she was the height of his chest. "I love you Jason. " she said. And with the determination of a man deeply in love, he takes his mouth with hers, locking her against his chest as he never lets her go.

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade