Come on! Don't hold back," Christian said. "I'm not, " Lissa protested. "You are too! I've seen you knock on a door harder than you're hitting me. " "That's a ridiculous metaphor. " "And, " he added, "you aren't aiming for my face. " "I don't want to leave a mark!" "Well, at the rate we're going, there's no danger of that, " he muttered
Richelle MeadIs Adrian here?โ โWho?โ โAdrian. Tall. Brown hair. Green eyes.โ She frowned. โDo you mean Jet?โ โI โฆ Iโm not sure. Does he smoke like a chimney?โ The girl nodded sagely. โYup. You must mean Jet.
Richelle MeadWhat were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.
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