I'd never expected my first time to be in a cabin in the woods, but I realized the place didn't matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn't matter if you were with someone you didn't love.
Richelle MeadYou know I love you, right?โ The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules. She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. โNot as much as I love you.โ โOh, man. This is my dream come true: having an โI love you moreโ debate. Here, Iโll start. I love you more. Your turn.โ Sydney laughed and opened the door. โIโve taken debate classes. Youโd lose to my logic.
Richelle MeadSorry, Sage. Last I checked, you arenโt an expert in social matters..." "At least I take action. You? You let the world go by without you. You have no spine. You donโt fight back." โYou donโt know the first thing about me, Adrian Ivashkov. I fight back plenty.
Richelle MeadNot true,โ said Adrian. โAll guys mean the same thing when they want to โget to know a girl better.โ Youโre a wellbred young lady, so I understand why youโd be too innocent to understand. Good thing youโve got me here to interpret.
Richelle MeadYouโฆyou got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed.
Richelle MeadJohn Cusack is standing over there.โ I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. โThatโs not John Cusack. Thatโs Jerome.โ โSeriously?โ โYup. I told you he looked like John Cusack.โ โKeyword: looked. That guy doesnโt look like him. That guy is him.
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