What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you didโand shared those same beliefs?
Richelle MeadHey, Sydney. I thought I saw your car out there." He glanced around. "Is, uh, Jill with you?" "Not today." I said. New insight struck me as I recalled that Lee attended school in Los Angeles. "Lee, have you ever dated a human girl at your school?" Adrian arched an eyebrow. "Are you asking him out, Sage?" I scowled. "No!
Richelle MeadShe stared at me with concern a few moments longer and then relaxed a little. "Okay. But if you need anythingโ" "I know, I know. Call on the Love Phone.
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 MeadEven if Iโd been wide awake, I knew Dimitri wouldโve taken my suitcase anyway. Thatโs how he was, a lost remnant of chivalry in the modern world, ever-ready to help others.
Richelle MeadWhat's up?" Christian asked. "Need some hairstyling tips?" "Tips you stole from me? No thanks. But I hear you've got a really good bacon meatloaf recipe." It was worth it then and there to see his complete and total surprise. "Since when do you cook?" he finally managed to stammer. "Oh, you know. I'm a Renaissance man. I do it all. Send it if you've got it, and I'll give it a try. I'll let you know if I make any improvements." His smirk returned. "Are you trying to impress a girl?" "With cooking?" I pointed at my face. "This is all it takes, Ozera.
Richelle MeadRose!" I looked to my right and saw Adrian cutting across the lawn toward me, oblivious to the slush's effects on his designer shoes. "Did you just call me 'Rose'?" I asked. "And not 'little dhampir'? I don't think that's ever happened." "It happens all the time," he countered, catching up to me.
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