The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

She probably gave up and started playing Minesweeper." [...] We reached the cafe and found Sydney bent over her laptop, with a barely eaten Danish and what was probably her fourth cup of coffee. We slid into seats beside her. "How's it—hey! You ARE playing Minesweeper!

At the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment. "We can't..." He told me. "I know," I agreed. Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.

Another power I don't have," said Lissa ruefully. I grinned. "Hey, I have yet to meet any spirit user who can throw a punch like you can. That was poetry in motion, Liss." She groaned.

This was the kind of dress that changed the world. The kind of dress that started religions.

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

Don't judge the past by the standards of today. It won't work. They're incompatible.