Can you come over to Amberwood? I need you to help me break curfew and escape my dorm.โ There were a few moments of silence. โSage, Iโve been waiting two months to hear you say those words. You want me to bring a ladder?
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 MeadI couldn't recall the last time I'd seen that much of him on display. It was wonderful and frightening on the same time. I then said the stupidest thing possible. "You're not scared of anything." "I'm scared of a lot of things. I was scared for you" He released me, and I stepped back. There was still passion and worry written all over him. "I'm not perfect, I'm not invulnerable.
Richelle MeadLook who's calling the cauldron black." "Kettle. Itโs a kettle. Get your metaphors right." "That wasnโt a metaphor. It was a, you know..." He stared off into space, blinking. "One of those things thatโs symbolic of another thing. But isnโt the same thing. Just like it." "You mean a metaphor?" "No! Itโs like a story...like...a proverb! Thatโs it." "Iโm pretty sure that wasnโt a proverb. Maybe it was an analogy." "I donโt think so.
Richelle MeadWhen I talked to him earlier, he said he had to work tonight,โ Peter explained, โbut that we should go ahead and draw for him.โ โDraw?โ I asked uneasily. โOh Lord. Tell me itโs not Pictionary night too.โ Peter sighed wearily. โDraw for secret Santas. Do you even read the e-mails I send?โ โSecret Santas? Seems like we just did that,โ I said. โYeah, a year ago,โ said Peter. โJust like we do very Christmas.
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