Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.
Anna GodbersenShe felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.
Anna GodbersenShe had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.
Anna GodbersenDiana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.
Anna Godbersen