conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'Sweet Temptation'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Sweet Temptation
  The sun's rays were barely peeking over the horizon, but the Florida humidity was already thick and heavy, each breath a struggle in the cloying heat. She chanced a look over her shoulder, damning her paranoia that she'd been followed, but she couldn't afford to take chances. Seeing nothing, she turned her attention back to Micah.
  He knelt at Hannah's grave and carefully laid a single yellow rose, her favorite, just below the marble slab that marked her death. He kissed his thumb and the ridge of his forefinger then laid his hand over the flat ground.
  Angelina sucked in her breath. It was different this year. Before he'd always stood there looking so haunted, his eyes filled with grief and regret. This year... this year he seemed to be saying good-bye.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Even when he tried to punish her, when he pushed, expecting her to balk, there was such torment in his eyes that she knew it wasn't what he wanted to do but what he thought he should do.
  When finally he was done, he reached up to turn the water off. She swayed as he let her go, and he put a hand on her arm to steady her.
  A moment later he returned and extended his hand to help her from the shower. As soon as she stepped out, he enfolded her in the large towel.
  He slid a finger underneath her chin and gently tilted her head up until she looked at him. Their gazes connected, and she saw so much in his eyes that she knew he wasn't aware of. He tried to keep himself closed off, but what she saw now took her breath away. It gave her hope. It made her believe.
  His mouth lowered to hers in the most tender of kisses. Their lips made soft sounds as they moved together. Warm, so sweet. No one had ever kissed her like this. There was so much emotion, so much feeling. Did he feel it too? Would he retreat?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: His shoulders shook as he gripped her almost desperately against his heart. His breaths came out in a short staccato that had him feeling light-headed.
  Knowing he had more he needed to say, he carefully pulled her away, and his own eyes stung as he saw how ravaged her face was.
  She went into his arms, wrapping herself so sweetly around his body that he closed his eyes at the exquisite joy of just holding her again.
  She smiled, her eyes all watery and red, her nose swollen and her lips ravaged from her nervous chewing on them, and she'd never looked so beautiful to him than right now.
  He closed his eyes, and for a moment he simply couldn't breathe around the knot of emotion welling in his throat. He tried to speak, tried to tell her how damn much he loved her, but nothing would come out. God, he loved her.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: His shoulders shook as he gripped her almost desperately against his heart. His breaths came out in a short staccato that had him feeling light-headed.
  Knowing he had more he needed to say, he carefully pulled her away, and his own eyes stung as he saw how ravaged her face was.
  She went into his arms, wrapping herself so sweetly around his body that he closed his eyes at the exquisite joy of just holding her again.
  She smiled, her eyes all watery and red, her nose swollen and her lips ravaged from her nervous chewing on them, and she'd never looked so beautiful to him than right now.
  He closed his eyes, and for a moment he simply couldn't breathe around the knot of emotion welling in his throat. He tried to speak, tried to tell her how damn much he loved her, but nothing would come out.