It was one thing to accept I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.

Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri

The tension between us kicked up a notch, and I realized that along with our bodies being nearer, so were our lips.

I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and tossed it across the other side of the room. There was a burning, agonizing pain in my chest, and I had no idea how it could ever be filled. It was one thing to accept that I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.

Look who's calling the cauldron black." "Kettle. It’s a kettle. Get your metaphors right." "That wasn’t a metaphor. It was a, you know..." He stared off into space, blinking. "One of those things that’s symbolic of another thing. But isn’t the same thing. Just like it." "You mean a metaphor?" "No! It’s like a story...like...a proverb! That’s it." "I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a proverb. Maybe it was an analogy." "I don’t think so.

My muse is an ungrateful harlot who’s abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.

Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.