Nick rolled his eyes, valiantly fighting not to smile. He popped the handle on the door, and Kelly went tumbling out of the Range Rover to the ground.
"It was intergalactic historians. Damn, son, get it right."
Cross & Crown by Abigail Roux
~ Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo"In the evening he went to the cinema to see The Lord of the Rings, which he had never before had time to see. He thought that orcs, unlike human beings, were simple and uncomplicated creatures."
“Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, you’re the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you’ve been since the day I met you.”
Finally, he put “beautiful” at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared.
“Sweet talker,” I scoffed. “You didn’t know anything about me the first time we met.”
“I knew you were beautiful,” he said. “I just hoped for the rest.”
He always got this glint in his eyes when he complimented my looks, like he was seeing so much more than just my actual appearance. It was disorienting and heady . . . but I didn't mind. And that wasn't the only thing I suddenly found overwhelming. How had he gotten so close to me without me even realizing it? It was like he had secret stealth abilities. His hands were warm on mine, our fingers locked together. I still had remnants of that earlier joy within me, and being connected to him amplified those feelings.
|Claire Fraser reads about a certain blue flower|
that she needs to go look at again
|Text from Goodwill Librarian|
Adrian's smile returned. "If it makes you feel better, you actually looked natural out there - back in the park."
"Doing . . . what? Throwing fireballs?" I shook my head. "There's nothing natural about that."
"You wouldn't think so, but . . . well. You were . . . amazing, throwing that fire like some kind of ancient warrior goddess."
Annoyed, I turned away. "Stop making fun of me."
He caught my arm and pulled me back toward him. "I am absolutely serious."
I swallowed, speechless for a moment. All I was aware of was how close we were, that he was holding me to him with only a few inches between us. Almost as close as at the sorority. "I'm not a warrior or a goddess," I managed at last.
Adrian leaned closer. "As far as I'm concerned, you're both."
I knew that look in his eyes. I knew because I'd seen it before. I expected him to kiss me, but instead, he ran his finger along the side of my neck. "There it is, huh? Badge of honor."
It took me a moment to realize he was talking about the hickey It had faded but wasn't entirely gone.
As the evening star began to glow among the black pines’ branches, I concluded that in this situation reason was of little use. I would have to rely on something else; just what, I wasn’t sure. I turned toward the split rock and took a step, then another, and another. Pausing, I faced around and tried it in the other direction. A step, then another, and another, and before I even knew that I had decided, I was halfway down the slope, scrabbling wildly at grass clumps, slipping and falling through the patches of granite scree.
~ Claire Beauchamp in Outlander
|Where (most of) our favorite alphas|
meet—both the guys and the gals!
|Who could resist that come-hither look?|