God, I got lucky. If I'd hurt it, it would have put me out of practice for a while.”
Smiling, he returned to his chair. "I know. You kept telling me that while I was carrying you. You were very upset.”
"You...you carried me here?”
"After we broke the bench apart and freed your foot.”

Man. I'd missed out on a lot. The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

Author: Richelle Mead