Do people in the twenty-first century still dance?" My heart beat thundered in my ears, far louder than the slow music. "Um," I said, barely able to swallow, my throat had gone so dry. "Sometimes." "How about now?" he asked. And then his strong arms were encircling my waist, his breath soft against my cheek as he gently whispered my name: "Susannah. Susannah...
Meg CabotWe need to talk.โ โIโm just โ Look,โ I said, as he took a step toward me. โIโm just going to give Cee Cee a call and maybe weโll go to the beach or something, because I really โฆ I just need a day off.โAnother step toward me. Now he was right in front of me. โEspecially,โ I said significantly, looking up at him, โfrom talking. Thatโs what I especially need a day off from. Talking.โ โFine,โ he said. He reached up and cupped my face in both his hands. โWe donโt have to talk.โAnd thatโs when he kissed me. On the lips.
Meg CabotCursed?" I offered, my voice croaky because of my unshed tears. "It isn't cursed." John said deliberately, rearranging the chain around my neck, "if you're wearing it. It's blessed.
Meg CabotLook, Mr. uh, Wulf I appreciate your trying to warn me about this, Ireally do. But there's no such thing as vampires. They're made-up. We writers made them up. I'm sorry we did such a good job that we made the whole world paranoid, but it's true. They're fictional. Blame Bram Stoker. He started it.
Meg CabotAccept the things I cannot change," I said. "And pray for the courage to change the things I can, as well as the wisdom to know the difference." The thing is... I know this is good advice. It's called the Serenity Prayer, and it really does put things in perspective (it's suppose to be for recovering alcoholics, but it helps recovering freakoutaholics, like me, as well).
Meg Cabot