Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether Iโd get past the bra this time. So far, I hadnโt.
Richelle MeadGod,โ I moaned. โDo they use that stuff as rocket fuel?โ โNo one made you keep drinking it.โ โHey, donโt get preachy. Besides, I had to be polite.โ โSure,โ she said.
Richelle MeadAnd besides . . . I donโt want to leave you. Er, you guys.โ He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. โWell, โweโ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and Iโm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while youโre in St. Louis.โ I grinned back.
Richelle Mead