We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what Iโd said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.
Richelle MeadWhat?" I asked uneasily. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He shook his head, the smile rueful now. "Because sometimes, a person can get so caught up in the details that they miss the whole. It's not just the dress or the hair. It's YOU. You're beautiful. So beautiful, it hurts me.
Richelle MeadPeople have always had a fascination with the supernatural going back to the beginning of time and with vampires in particular. This phenomenon is not new.
Richelle MeadOur lips met hungrily, and his clever artistic hands wrapped around my hips. A sudden buzz from my regular cell phone startled me from the kissing. "Don't," said Adrian, his eyes ablaze and breathing ragged. "What if there's a crisis at school?" I asked. "What if Angeline 'accidentally' stole one of the campus buses and drove it into the library?" "Why would she do that?" "Are you saying she wouldn't?" He sighed. "Go check it.
Richelle MeadScrew you," I told him in a low voice. "Are you offering?โ "From what I've heard, there isn't much to screw," I shot back.
Richelle MeadFeminist,โ he said, clearly amused. โNext youโll be telling us you hate men.โ She gave him a blank look. โI only hate stupid men who donโt actually understand what โfeministโ means.โ He laughed. โYou run into a lot of men like that?โ โAll the time.โ โReally?โ โEven as we speak, Nick.โ โOh no she didnโt,โ said Peter. I groaned.
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