Yeah,it’s kind of a hobby. What’s yours? Kicking puppies?
Jennifer L. ArmentroutTags: humor
Every so often i'd wake up when his arms clenched around me, his embrace so tight i thought he'd cut off my circulation, holding me as if even in his sleep he was haunted by the fear of losing me.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutTags: fantasy-fiction
all he’s done since then is poke me with his pen.” “Probably because he wants to poke you with something else,” she said dryly. My eyes bugged. “I can’t believe you said that.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutDaemon spoke in his language. The lyrical quality of his words made no sense to me.
“What did you say?” I asked.
“There’s really no translation for it,” he said, “but the closest human words would be, you are beautiful to me.
And I never felt this way with anyone else. Like I’m falling every time I’m around you, like I can’t catch my breath, and I feel alive—not just standing around and letting my life walk past me. There’s been nothing like that with anyone else.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutThen his lips found mine and the room fell away. The whole world disappeared for those precious moments.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutDaemon was standing in the doorway of my bedroom. Hair messy from sleep, flannel pajama bottoms rumpled. No shirt. Three feet plus of snow outside, and he was still half naked.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutSlowly he looked at me, and then he bent down, planting his lips on mine. The kiss was unexpected—deep and forceful. Stunned I just stood there as he pulled back, nipping at my bottom lip. "Tasty, Kitten." Then he spun, planted his right hand on Blake’s shoulder, knocking him back into a locker. “See you around,” he said, smirking.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutEach time I felt the worst kind of fear. What if it didn't work? What if I failed Beth? I'd..." He moved his neck, as if working out a kink. He'd never be the same. Tears climbed up my throat again. I wanted to cry for him, for Beth, but most of all for all, for the people they once were but never would be again.
Jennifer L. ArmentroutKitten..." "Don't Kitten me." I scowled, on a roll now. "You left around five or so and didn't get back till when? Past two in the morning? What were you guys doing? And get that stupid smile off your face. This isn't funny." Daemon tried to get rid of the smile but failed. "I love when your claws come out.
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