He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. Iโd always told him the cologne couldnโt be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.
Richelle MeadHe stepped back and threw his arms out. "I'm always crazy around you Rose. Here, I'm going to write an impromptu poem for you." He tipped his head back and shouted to the sky: "Rose is in red But never in blue Sharp as a thorn Fights like one too.
Richelle MeadAnd besides . . . I donโt want to leave you. Er, you guys.โ He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. โWell, โweโ are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and Iโm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while youโre in St. Louis.โ I grinned back.
Richelle MeadWhen you say โold friend,โ are we talking, like...since the Ice Age?โ โNo. Of course not.โ โOh.โ โItโs only been about four hundred years.โ โAh. Yes. Only four hundred.โ A wry expression spread over his face. โBeing with you is a continual experiment in perspective. Among other things.
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