His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt that completeness. I had that missing piece of my word back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back -my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.
Richelle MeadPlus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me. It was going to be a long six weeks.
Richelle MeadAnd sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, heโd smile at me. A real smile, tooโnot the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didnโt want to admit it to anyoneโnot to Lissa, not even to myselfโbut some days, I lived for those smiles.
Richelle MeadI changed my mind," he said. "I'll take you up on helping me get a job." I almost swerved into oncoming traffic.
Richelle MeadARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.
Richelle MeadIf I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imaginationโwhich is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.
Richelle Mead