I slump in my chair, thinking how a narcotic party of one is no party at all.
He shivered beneath her touch, and his jaw clenched. It pleased her. Her longing rose to the surface, and an unfamiliar emotion overcame her. It swam beneath her skin, lighting little flickers of recognition. It was the same heat-the same feeling-that had made her run the night before. Not this time, though. This time she would own it. Embrace it. Ride it. Enjoy it.
Let’s get you into a room and conduct our own chemistry experiment,” he said against my lips.
“Or maybe we’ll just find a table to bend you over, since chemists do it on a table… periodically.”
“Mmm. I love it when you talk nerdy to me.
Sometimes the clouds weren’t weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn’t mean it wasn’t scary, or that I wasn’t still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I’d be alright.
Porque el cielo siempre es bonito. Incluso cuando está nublado y llueve, es maravilloso mirar al cielo. Es mi cosa preferida porque sé que si alguna vez me pierdo o estoy asustado, solo tengo que mirar hacia arriba y siempre estará ahí pase lo que pase… y que siempre será precioso.
And here I thought I’d get by on my charm and good looks.”
“That’ll get you a first date. It won’t get you a second one with anyone who’d be suitable.” When he laughed, she look up from her notes. Holy hell, the man had laugh lines to rival his little brother’s. Then what he’d said hit her. “My God, did you just make a joke?”
“It’s been known to happen.
This was my love, her love –torn, damaged, broken, ripped apart and put back together. This was our tattered love.
God you are a delight
you have delivered what I like
heaven delivers a gift with lips
heaven delivers a gift with hips
God you delivered what I like
oh God you are in the spotlight
I don’t know which end is up. One minute I want to kiss the life out of her, and the next she frustrates the hell out of me. I don’t know if I should scratch my watch or wind my ass.”
“Welcome to the club, Ronan.” Gavin laughed and clapped his brother on the shoulder. “That sure sounds like love to me.
I dumped the rental I’d gotten after trashing Samantha’s SUV for a cute little Toyota that liked to pretend it was a sports car.
Blain, RJ (2014-05-11). Inquisitor (Witch & Wolf Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1364-1365). Pen & Page Publishing. Kindle Edition.