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 MeadIf it makes you feel any better, youโre not as bad as Keith. He was here earlier today and was so nervous, he literally kept looking over his shoulder.โ Lee paused thoughtfully. โI think it might have been because Adrian kept laughing like a mad scientist at those old black-and-white movies he was watching.
Richelle MeadWhen I look into his eyes, I could see without a doubt that he loved me more than anyone else in the world, that I was his salvation, the same way that he was mine.
Richelle MeadIf I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imaginationโwhich is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.
Richelle Mead