His hand still rested on her breast, but his fingers had stilled. The touch that had been so agitating now felt comforting. As though he soothed her by it.
Meredith DuranMots clés james meredith-duran lydia
It means that you are my freedom, love."
"Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine.
Mots clés james meredith-duran lydia
He see's the world the way cynics do; Not looking for false Hope.
Meredith DuranMots clés cynicism
And he wondered, suddenly, what sort of divide it created between them, that he knew pieces of her that she had never shared with him - facts and stories and moments and memories to which she had no idea he was privy. He had collected them for so long, denying to himself that this acquisition was anything more than casual amusement, when in fact it was zealous, and jelaous besides; diwowning as accidental the fact that he never forgot a single remark she made, or that others made about her, and that he approved of these other people, or disdained them, according to their treatment of her. Such a lopsided intimacy existed between him and her. Inevitably, it created a chasm whose depth neither of them could know until they tried to chart it. Would this chasm prove impossible to bridge?
Meredith DuranMots clés observation lopsided-intimacy
Alex understood such discipline. He knew the rarity of it, and the cost. And on the rare occasions when he happened to touch her, he did wonder what else she might have been, if she had not been so determined to be typical.
Meredith DuranMots clés discipline ordinariness typical
You are...beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all.
Meredith DuranMots clés imagination touching
What modern art required was an imagination drawn to possibilities, rather than braced by smug presumptions.
Meredith DuranMots clés art
I trust only you and the dark always to look at me so honestly.
Meredith DuranMots clés darkness seeing looking
Good heavens, ogling was addictive.
Meredith DuranMots clés ogling
and I said, 'That is why you don't climb mountains, Gwen.' But now I wonder. You aren't afraid of heights."
"No", she said. "Not particularly."
"Only missteps."
She paused midstroke. Did he mean to imply this had been a misstep? "I was afraid," she said carefully. "For a very long time. But no longer."
"So was I," he said, and lifted her chin and kissed her.
Mots clés love risk mountains taking-a-chance
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