God, I got lucky. If I'd hurt it, it would have put me out of practice for a while.โ Smiling, he returned to his chair. "I know. You kept telling me that while I was carrying you. You were very upset.โ "You...you carried me here?โ "After we broke the bench apart and freed your foot.โ Man. I'd missed out on a lot. The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.
Richelle MeadHis fingertips slid down from my face, lightly stroking the line of my neck, down toward my shoulder. Everywhere he touched, a trail of goose bumps appeared. How did he keep doing this to me? Marcusโwho made every girl in the world swoonโhad zero effect on me. But one whisper of a touch from Adrian completely undid me.
Richelle MeadI know how you guys feel about us. I'm not stupid, and believe me, I've tried to get you out of my head. But there isn't enough liquor or art or any other distraction in the world to do it. I had to stop going to Wolfe's because it was too hard being that close to you, even if it was all just pretend fighting. I couldn't stand the touching. It was agonizing because it meant something to me๏ผand I knew it meant nothing to you. I kept telling myself to stay away altogether, and then I'd find excusesโฆ like the carโฆ anything to be around you again.
Richelle MeadSydney, I'm so happy to see you again. If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know. And you must be Neil." "Your majesty." Neil swept her a bow so low that his forehead touched the ground. Above him, Adrian rolled his eyes. "Easy there, Lancelot," Adrian said. "I don't think bowing is required when she's in jeans and bunny slippers.
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