The wolf in him demanded he kick (the door) down and claim her. The man in him just wanted to hold her close and protect her. He’d never been so torn. So confused. So damned horny!
Sometimes I find I'm wearing a divided, split brain in terms of drama and humor.
Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.
I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.' - Jane Eyre
A divided heart offers a strange sensation.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
