STOP! Right there. I want to remember this image for the rest of my life. I want to remember the shape of your thighs clamped tight around mine, the shine of your tangled hair, the sheen of the impassioned sweat on your slender, outstretched arms, and the gleam of the blade on that really big knife you’re holding. Just stop, because I’ve got to tell you something:you’re beautiful. And I don’t mean run-of-the-mill girl-next-door kind of beautiful You are stunningly, terrifyingly, shock-and-awe beautiful. Stop. I’ll still love you, baby.