And anyway, considering that her mother dies and her boyfriend's spending a small fortune to get high off someone else's bad breath, I'd say Sophie's next in line for therapy.
Rachel VincentUnfortunately, unless the job description included a translation of the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, I was dreadfully under-qualified.
Rachel VincentMarcโs hand tightened visibly around Kevinโs fingers, his digits going white. Again. Both men clenched their jaws, Kevin in pain, and Marc in an obvious effort to control his temper and keep from breaking Kevinโs hand. Off. Why couldnโt guys find a more original way to test each otherโs manly prowess? Arm wrestling might have been more subtle. Or maybe comparing the length of theirโฆcanines.
Rachel VincentHis gaze burned into mine, like he could see past my eyes into parts of me no one had ever seen, and I knew I was seeing the same in him. No one else had ever seen him so vulnerable before, like if I pushed him away, he might crumble into pieces that could never be put together again. Yet there was strength, too. He was strong beneath that fragile need, and I knew that I could never fall with him next to me. If I tripped, he would catch me. If I lost my balance, he would find it.
Rachel VincentAnd you still love Marc?" "More than I can even explain. He's my rockโstrong and steady, and ready for anything. He knows what I need before I know it, and he pushes me to work harder, and look deeper, and be better. He challenges me, and infuriates me, and he lights me on fire, deep in my soul. And he has never, ever let me down. Sometimes it feels like he's the only thing keeping my heart beating. I love him so much that it feels like I'm dying a little bit every day that he won't smile at me. Or touch me.
Rachel Vincent