She knew his secret: for all his wandering, his independence and his unorthodox ways, he took his responsibilities very seriously. He even borrowed others' responsibilities, making them his own simply because he thought this sort of service was owed to those whom he loved.
Meredith DuranStichwörter: responsibility
He knew himself well enough to know his own faults. Impatient and judgmental and stubborn and often too quick to act: he would try never to crush her, never to overwhelm her or bend her to his will, but if she did not demand only the best from him, it would happen. It might happen. Possibly.
Meredith DuranStichwörter: marriage partnership
She wished he could make her somehow indelibly his; that they were still children so they could cut their fingers and mingle their blood and know this meant something. She longed for some transformation more lasting than that wrought by the law and his name, some visceral change he might effect in her so that anyone on the street with one glance would know she was his.
Meredith DuranStichwörter: signs transformation
There. That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can't. Gwen. I will never leave you willingly. Life is a risk, and so love is, as well. But I swear to God, you will not regret the gamble.
Meredith DuranStichwörter: life love risk leaving
I've heard that sarcasm is no substitute for cleverness
Meredith DuranStichwörter: sarcasm cleverness
Modesty, if you consider it, is the most unforgivable sort of falsehood: it's a lie that does damage to no one but yourself.
Meredith DuranStichwörter: modesty falsehood
He smiled at her: he simply couldn't help himself. He was so glad she'd wandered into his house to kill him.
Meredith DuranYou interest me,' he said, and his tone suggested this fact itself surprised him, meant something more to him than perhaps it should: a man surprised by being interested was living a piss-poor facsimile of life, in her view.
Meredith DuranHis smile faded a little, growing softer, more intimate, like the look he'd showed her in bed this morning. 'You haven't learned yet when to lie.' Slowly, as if the words were being dragged from him, he added: 'I confess, Nell, I hope you never learn.' She found herself staring at him. Unsteadying thought: there was something hot in his eyes that wasn't purely want. It was too tender, too ... affectionate.
Meredith DuranHis slow smile might haved lured angels from heaven, flocking noisily, arms outstretched,happy to burn for him.
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