Bless you, daugher of man," Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His lips were both burning hot and icy cold.
Richelle MeadHey, a guy can hope. I mean, itโs not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.โ โThatโs true,โ I said. โMaybe I can put a sign out front that says, โATTENTION ALL GIRLS: FREE HELP HERE.โโ โโATTENTION ALL HOT GIRLS,โโ he corrected, straightening up. โRight,โ I said, trying not to roll my eyes. โThatโs an important distinction.โ He pointed at me with the pool stick. โSpeaking of hot, I like that uniform.โ This time, I did roll my eyes.
Richelle MeadONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes weren't open you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking' It hadn't meant meant much to me at the time. After all there'd been a guy in the class that i liked so how could i be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now three year later i understand the poem perfectly.
Richelle MeadIt wasn't the kind of touch that said, Hey, I've got a plan, so hang in there because we're going to get out of this. It was more like the kind of touch that simply said, You aren't alone. It was really the only thing he could offer. And in that moment, it was enough.
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