But like a gambler at a slot machine, hoping the next spin would change her life for the better, she closed in before she lost her nerve. Taking his hand, she pulled him toward her, near enough to feel his body against her. She looked up at him, tilting her head slightly as she leaned in. Mike, recognizing what was happening but still having trouble believing it, tilted his head and closed his eyes, their faces drawing near.
Nicholas SparksWait. Let me guess. Youโre giving me the cold shoulder, right?โ With that, she sighed. โShouldnโt you be with your friends, staring at yourselves in the mirror?โ He laughed. โThatโs funny. Iโll have to remember that.โ โIโm not being funny. Iโm being serious.โ โOh, because weโre so good-looking
Nicholas SparksPoetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.
Nicholas SparksNow it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.
Nicholas Sparks