Me neither,โ Shane put in. โHomie donโt play that.โ โI wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all,โ Amelie said.
Rachel CaineI stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadnโt realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only Davidโs touch had been able to achieve. โWhy does that feel so good?โ I asked. โAnd donโt tell me itโs because weโve been shut in a room for days.โ โLike calls to like,โ he said. โYouโre made of fire now.โ โSo Iโm going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.
Rachel CaineGod, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more." ~Shane~
Rachel CaineClaire found herself staring at his feet, which were in bunny slippers. Myrnin looked down. "What?" he asked. "They're quite comfortable." He lifted on to look at it, and the ears wobbled in the air. "Of course they are," she said. Just when she thought Myrnin was getting his mental act together, he'd do something like that. Or maybe he was just messing with her. He liked to do that, and his dark eyes were fixed on her now, assessing just how weirded-out she was. Which, on the grade scale of zero to Myrnin, wasn't much.
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