When I think of Brad, I think of heat.

The heat of his lips on mine, the heat of his skin, the heat of his gaze, the heat of his touch, the heat of his words, the heat of his breath, the heat of his passion, the heat of his hatred, the heat of his love, the heat of his smile, the heat of his presence, the heat of sex, the heat of his suspicion, the heat of his cruelty, the heat of his voice, the heat of his forgiveness, the heat of his lies, the heat of his bitterness.

When I think of Brad, I think of heat.