Oh God. Why, oh why, did I have to be the one to deliver this news? Why couldnโt I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?
Richelle MeadI canโt have it either. It affects the babies in utero.โ โNonsense,โ he said, tossing his long auburn hair over one shoulder. Life would be easier if he wasnโt so damned good-looking. โWhy, my mother drank wine every day, and I turned out just fine.โ โI think youโre proving my point for me,โ I said dryly
Richelle MeadComing to my rescue?' 'Of course. It's what we do. I rescue you; you rescue me. We just take turns whenever the other needs it.
Richelle MeadHeโd moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasnโt the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world was all heat and electricity, thick with tension that was only one spark away from exploding around us. I was balancing on another precipice, which wasnโt easy to do in heels. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and this time I was the one who drew him closer.
Richelle Mead