How do I look?" Amanda asked. Jack shook his head ruefully as he glanced at her. No one could mistake the remaining flush on her cheeks, or the soft sparkle of her eyes, or her lusciously swollen mouth, for anything other than the results of physical passion. "Like you've been ravished," he said flatly. She astonished him by smiling. "Hurry, please. I want to go inside my house and consult a looking glass. I've always wanted to know what a ravished woman looks like.
Lisa KleypasFor God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?
Lisa KleypasItโs all right,โ the boy murmured as he felt her trembling. โMy grandmother always told me โNever try to turn back on a new roadโyou donโt know what adventures await you.
Lisa KleypasAs we talked, I had the sense of uncovering something precious and long-buried, fully formed. Our conversation was a process of removing layers, some of them easily dusted away. Other layers, requiring chisels or axes, were left alone for now. We revealed as much as we dared about what had happened during the years that separated us. But it wasn't what I had expected, being with Hardy again. There was something in me that remained stubbornly locked away, as if I were afraid to let out the emotion I had harbored for so long.
Lisa KleypasIโve never had any objection to appearing depraved or villainous. But I draw the line at looking like a prize idiot.
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