The hardest thing is being with other people โ it's like they're on a different wavelength, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.
J.R. WardBlay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary-and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.
J.R. WardThe collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. "What," she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello.
J.R. WardThe guy in the Red Sox hat came in with an astonishingly beautiful blond woman at his side. He stood close to her, and though they weren't touching, it was clear that they were a couple. They just belonged together.
J.R. Ward[Rhage and Manny] โYouโre doing great,โ he murmured as he noticed those white knuckled fists. โDonโt worry about me.โ โRight, rightโฆyour brothers.โ Manny paused for a split second. โYouโre all right, you know that.โ โF*ckโฆthatโฆโ The fighter smiled, flashing fangs. โIโmโฆperfect.
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