Do you go see her?" "No," I said, refusing to acknowledge that I'd just seen Lissa last night. "That's not my life anymore." "Right. Your life is all about dangerous vigilante missions." "You wouldn't understand anything that isn't drinking, smoking, or womanizing." He shook his head. "You're the only one I want, Rose." "Well, you can keep feeling that way, but you're going to have to keep waiting." "Much longer?" He asked me. "I don't know." Hope blossomed on Adrian's face. "That's the most optimistic thing you've told me so far.
Richelle MeadI sat there for several moments, trying to decide how best I should respond. None of the advice I'd gotten from the books or my friends really prepared me for how to handle discussions about alternative energy sources. One of the books - one I'd chosen not to finish - had a decidedly male-centric view that said women should always make men feel important on dates. I suspected that Kristin and Julia's advice right now would have been to laugh and toss my hair - and not let the discussion progress. But I just couldn't do that. "You're wrong," I said.
Richelle MeadYou shook his hand?" Adrian asked incredulously โฆ โWith all that red-hot passion, itโs a wonder you guys can stay away from each other
Richelle MeadDimitri: "Were you really going to attack all of us? Doing that...protecting her like that - it was very brave. Stupid, but still brave. Why did you even try it?" Rose: "Because I'm her guardian."
Richelle MeadCan we go back to the part about Moroi girls hanging out in LA?" asked Adrian hopefully. "Can you direct me to some of theโฆoh, letโs say, more open-minded ones?
Richelle MeadWasnโt that kind of the basis of passion? I didnโt know that either. The only thing I knew for sure was that this kiss had been a lot like the last one. Nice, but it didnโt blow me away. My heart sank. There was something wrong with me. Everyone was always going on about how socially inept I was. Did it extend to romance as well? Was I so cold that Iโd spend my life never feeling anything?
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