Author's Note:

I'm back and it hasn't been a day since I updated Healing A Narcissist's Broken Heart! I am on a roll, I tell ya~

Anyway, it has come to my attention that there have been some discrepancies with the profiles for the characters of both Loving A Liar and Healing A Narcissist's Broken Heart. I'd like to thank TWHiddleston23 for pointing them out. 

Now, first of all, let me apologize if the character's features are a bit confusing or if you don't find yourself grasping the image of them. If you're anything like me, the character's face will forever remain a mystery, no matter how well an author describes them. I guess my imagination has some weak sides to it, after all. And as the author for both stories, I want to admit my shortcomings and have found a remedy to help you guys. 

Although, honestly speaking, I still can't see their faces in my head. O_O 

And after minutes of checking LAL and HANBH (tweaking the little details a bit), I have decided to write their profiles up here so you guys can get a better picture of them. I gotta say that it was tough to check on all the chapters and pointing out my problems. Hopefully, this will help!

Finally, if you find yourself lost or confused of anything regarding the story, please, please, please don't hesitate to leave a message or comment for me. Don't worry, I don't bite! Honestly! I swear on my scout's honor. *btw, I was never really a scout but you get the picture*

And that's the end of my rant.

yaoiChibi out! Peace~ 

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Subject: 

                    Riley Lancaster-Nelms

Correspondent: 

                    Michael Nelms

Basic Information:

 >> Birthday: August 28, 1985

>> Horoscope: Virgo

>> Hobbies: Reading, gardening, playing the piano, watching Becky threaten me with Barry

>> Favorite Food: Lasagna

>> Motto in Life: Everyone makes a mistake and deserves a second chance. 

>> Pet Peeves: Me drinking from the milk carton, me coming home late from work, me not replying to his calls and messages, me asking for too much sex, me asking for too little sex, me touching his plants. Basically, anything and everything I do with or without him.

>> Favorite Sex Position: Reverse cowboy. Damn, that's hot.

>> Dates you must remember when talking to him: Our wedding anniversary, March 15; Jacob's birthday, April 23; My birthday, October 3; His doctor appointments, June 23rd's the next one.

Observation:

                Wait. How do you start one of these things? Shit. Damn yaoiChibi! Making me do stupid shit like this because she couldn't fix her own problems. It's bad enough that I have to deal with a pregnant husband whose mood swings will be the end of me, now I have to describe him?

                    What the fuck? Stupid author. Don't start a story when you can't do it right.

                    Damn it.

                    Anyway, let's get to the point and get this over with. Alright, here I go.

                    Riley Nelms.

                If I were to describe the love of my life physically, I'd go with the first word that comes to mind. Feminine. It's not because he's the one that birthed our children, or the fact that he's sexiest when he's under me. Nope. It's because he has one of the gentlest features I have ever seen on a male.

                 The first time I laid eyes on him, I was captivated by the pale blue eyes he possessed. It reminded me of the sky after a heavy storm. The crisp blue-ness they possessed would capture your heart and fool you into thinking you had jumped to skies to remain there. They were expressive and sweet, almost child-like when he smiled. 

                     He had skin so pale, it almost looked unhealthy for a male. However, for a woman, he'd be the envy of others. His short hair was auburn in color, accentuating his feminine features even more. He had a cute button nose, high cheekbones, and pink lips. And I'm not shitting around when I say pink lips. They were so pink that it almost looked like he had just finished drinking blood or something. Hell, he didn't need to wear lipstick because it was so natural, the cosmetic product would just end up destroying it.

                     It also didn't help that he was shorter than me. Average height for a male, I think he said he was around 5'8". He basically just reached my nose and it infuriated him. Why? I don't know. Personally, it was an awesome height for him. It made kissing him even more easier, that's if he tilted his head and cooperated. Nowadays, because of the pregancy, he's been harder to deal with and I keep getting scolded for stuff I didn't even do. It's so dam-

                   Holy fucking shit! He caught me. I've got to hide this. He'll kill me for sure if he finds out I've been up to something. I'll do this later.                

                       ...

                    Finally, I got him to sleep. I swear, he really tires me out more than my movie projects do. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I'm down to his body. Good. Okay, so he reaches up to my nose. That's been established, right?

                Good. He was thin for his body. Not the anorexic or barely 15 type. It was like his body was unable to come up with any body fat or muscles to, at least, give him that masculine aura. I don't know if it's because of the stress he deals with at work or it's an internal organ thing. Nonetheless, it makes him look even more irresistible. Just the perfect size for cuddling right after an awesome round of hot sex.

                    Come to think of it, I'm getting pretty aroused just from thinking about him. He has these cute nipples on his soft chest, pink and adorable that they remind you strawberry candies. It makes me salivate just at the thought of them. Hmm, Riley's nipples. Wait, I'm getting distracted again. Fuck this.

                    He has narrow hips and a slender waist. His ass isn't flat but, at the same time, isn't a bubble butt. It has the right consistency that makes groping him even more arousing. I mean, each cheek just fits well with my hand. You know what I mean? 

                    Of course, you don't. Only I know what they feel and look like. It's my privilege I drown into every single day of my life with him. Although, he smacks me for it when he's not in the mood. Anyway, he also has these toned thighs. I guess it's from all the walking he does everyday. They're long and supple, almost making you want to take a bite from them. I did it once, during our daily regimen of coupling. In the end, I sported a black bruise on my side for three days. Seems like he's a bit sensitive about it. Oh well. He's cute like that.

                    What else? Oh, right. I remember being told that our ages weren't making any sense. I've got to straighten that out, too. Ugh! More work.

                    Okay, when we first met, he was 20. Barely legal and oh-so-delicious. He was bubbly and witty, had a great laugh, too. We had our getting-to-know-each-other dates in the first six months of our relationship. We ended up getting serious on my birthday,which was directly on the sixth month, when he offered himself as a gift. And nine months later, I was introduced to his parents. It wasn't the greatest of experiences I've had, but it meant a lot to me that he had taken that huge step. And then after another nine months, we celebrated our first anniversary as a couple.

                     I know, it's kinda confusing. But, I did the math and it added up to 24 months. Exactly two years, so you guys will just have to figure out how it got to that. Unfortunately, we came to the 24th month and I ended up leaving him. He was just 22 then, and I 25. A bitter memory I don't enjoy looking back into.

                      We met up five years later, he was 27 by then. And I was 30. Things happened and I found myself falling in love with the bitter man that he had become. He had acquired gracefulness through the years, making him even more mature than I had expected. You all know what happened next and I ended up marrying him. By that time, a year had passed. So, basically, he was 28 and I was 31. An ideal age to settle down.

                         So, that's about it. I guess. I mean, there's nothing else I can say about him. Other than that he's perfect and he makes me want to strap him on the bed ever single second of the day. I wouldn't want him any other less.