You know, you still owe me pancakes. I think I could go forโฆapple cinnamon ones now. โ โApple cinnamon? You sure are demanding.โ โItโs all right. I think youโre man enough for it.โ โThetis, if I actually believed you had either apples or cinnamon in your kitchen, Iโd make them for you right now.โ I didnโt answer. I was pretty sure I had some year-old Apple Jacks, but that was about it.
Richelle MeadThe only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.
Richelle MeadThat's smart. Once Sonya's able to talk, we'll need to move." He smiled. "Sydney's turning into a battle mastermind." "Hey, she's not in charge here," I teased. "She's just a soldier." "Right." He lightly brushed his fingers against my cheek. "Sorry, Captain." "General," I corrected, catching my breath at that brief touch.
Richelle MeadWe all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. Thatโs what she did. It was bad judgment, thatโs all. You donโt cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.
Richelle MeadSince Iโm presuming you donโt mean you finally bought him a leash, let me say simply that there is a big difference between allowing an animal to ravage you and allowing yourself to be ravaged. One is common. The other is art. It is planned. Crafted, even. Only capable of being done by a master.
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