That is what courage is: it is acting in the face of fear.
Amy A. BartolHe looks like someone definitely broke his crayons.
- inescapable
You are where I draw the line. They can have anything else that they want, but they cannot have you-not when I have breath in my body to prevent it." -Reed
Amy A. BartolMots clés power-angel
How come you’re in such a good mood? You couldn't have gotten much more sleep than I did last night. Are you a morning person?” I ask in mock horror.“A mornin’ person, well maybe, but let’s just say I got to experience the nicest parts of hell last night,” he says quietly,taking the shirt I offer him. As he rises out of thebed, I can’t help looking over his perfect abdomen and chest before he shrugs into his shirt.“I’m sorry, the nicest parts of hell? What does that mean?” I ask.“Red, yer not a guy, so there’s no point explainin’,
Amy A. BartolMots clés guys cute-things-guys-say secret-dude-meaning sleeping-together
I try taking a step. Reed drops my hands so that I can move freely. My knee is a bit stiff, but otherwise, it feels fine. Examining the surface of my knee, I see a slight discoloration over the kneecap, but other than that, it’s nearly as good as new. Feeling myself panicking I cover my hands over my face as I think, I’m a monster! Don’t fall apart here—you can fall apart later… Plastering a fake smile on my face, I bring my hands down to see Reed standing just a few feet away, watching me closely. I try to think of something offhand to say, but all I can come up with is, “Amazing…I can’t wait until that third eye grows out of my forehead.
Amy A. BartolMots clés humor
Okay, so when is the mother ship coming to pick us up?” I ask worriedly. “The what?” Reed asks with confusion clouding his eyes. “The mother ship, you know, aliens?” I ask tensely. He gives me an impatient look. “Aliens?” he scoffs. “We’re not aliens then?” I reply, not even trying to keep the relief out of my voice. “No!” he says emphatically as he searches my face—probably for other signs of mental illness. Sighing, I ask, “Then what are we, Reed? Because seriously, if some big alien bug cracks me open from the inside and starts wiggling out, I’m going to be really ticked off that you didn’t warn me.
Amy A. BartolMots clés humor
You are my sin and my redemption
Amy A. BartolMots clés love
You are poised to be the most perfect creature I have ever encountered, under God, and the affection that I feel for you cannot be measured on Earth
Amy A. BartolMots clés reed paranormal-romance-series genevieve
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