White and scrubbed, antique brass fixtures and a skylight letting in a flood of sunshine. Wow. You could get a tan standing around in the shower, for Christ's sake.
Lilith SaintcrowLucas went even paler. โThen youโre on the track to suicide,โ he whispered. โTake my advice, Valentine. Run. Run as fast as you can, for as long as you can. Steal whatever bit of life you can. Youโre already dead.
Lilith SaintcrowTo my everlasting relief, heโd also stopped with the starch a few years back . The military made him big on spray starch, but I point-blank refused to touch the stuff after a while. He finally gave up doing it himself, and I manfully restrained myself from pointing out that the world didnโt explode when he did. And they say maturity is just for adults.
Lilith SaintcrowHis thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?
Lilith Saintcrow