I wanted someone a little more approachable," I explained.
"What, like Captain McTropicalShorts back there? Where on earth did you find him anyway?"
"Just did an Internet search." Feeling a need to defend my research, I added, "He comes highly recommended."
"By who? Long John Silver?
Stichwörter: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
Adrian stood there leaning against the doorframe, watching me with his heart in his eyes. In my chest, my own heart was breaking. On my cheek, the lily reminded me who I was.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
Why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
So far I’m not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov
He reached out and pulled me to him, one hand on my waist and the other behind my neck. He tipped my head up and lowered his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and melted as my whole body was consumed in that kiss. I was nothing. I was everything. Chills, ran over my skin, and fire burned inside me. His body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have ever imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on him. His fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
Different time, different place,” I said. “Things can change. People can change.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage the-golden-lily
The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. ‘You’re always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage the-golden-lily
We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s what she did. It was bad judgment, that’s all. You don’t cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage the-golden-lily
Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.
Richelle MeadStichwörter: adrian-ivashkov the-golden-lily
But I’m just going to be out there having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind."
Adrian
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