The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically โ yet skillfully โ kissing you on top of silverware and china?
Richelle MeadRose once told me about this poem sheโd read. There was this line, โIf your eyes werenโt open, you wouldnโt know the difference between dreaming and waking.โ You know what Iโm afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still wonโt know.
Richelle MeadAdrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'" "Well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?" He shrugged. "I like fondue.
Richelle MeadI knew you were a badass," continued Adrian. "But I didn't realize just how much until I saw you dropping guardians out there." "Does that mean you're going to be nicer to me?" I teased. "I'm already nice to you," he said loftily. "Do you know how badly I want a cigarette right now? But no. I manfully suffer through nicotine withdrawalโall for you.
Richelle Mead