"Don't look at me like that." She snapped.

"Like what?" He questioned.

"Like I put the stars in the sky."

"You do." It was such a simple response, but it was the total opposite of what she felt.

"Then why? Why tell her you love her? Why sleep with her? If I am the stars, why make her your sun?"

And for once, he was silent.

-Excerpt from another book that doesn't exist