If you're all grown up, as you insist, then you're old enough to recognize heat between a man and a woman. And it's there between us. I'm not a saint, Saskia. I'm not one of your respectful human boys. If you ask me, I'm not going to be a gentleman."
"Sainted bloody earth." She'd finally found her tongue. Her cheeks still blushed pink, but her eyes were furious. "How is that no woman has killed you before now?
Stichwörter: saint gentleman killed fen saskia
He said 'sorry,' They all fucking say sorry...Sorry is a word, it fixes nothing; it just makes the perpetrator feel a little less like the arsehole he is.
Mercy CortezStichwörter: anger angel sorry saskia
It's amazing to me; when your mind is fixed on one thing, you forget everything. You forget to eat and drink and care. The only thing I could never forget was him.
Mercy CortezStichwörter: love loss angel saskia
I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and the pungent air! Ô this night, sweet pungent night! "HÉBÉ" may come but a season. But this girl's season would know a hot spring
and an Indian summer.
Stichwörter: love beauty soul night spring novel perfection spain psyche contrast roman clean dirty hot barcelona payne roman-payne gypsy unclean the-wanderess indian-summer nightshirt wanderess slender saskia bare-feet ennoble gitanas hebe hébé psyché pungent voyeur young-girl
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