Tohr: Doesn't have to be easy to be right.John: In that case, we're meant for each other.
And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.All that came to him was...
Saxton smelled really good and had a handshake that was firm. You've grown up a lot.Blay found himself flushing as he took his hand back. You're just the same. Am I? Those pearl eyes flashed. Is that...
The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.
He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him...and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.
As his ears rang and his heart broke for her, he stayed strong against the gale force she let loose. After all, there was a reason why and were seperated by so little and sounded one like the other....
I catch you without your again, I'm turning you in.Qhuinn cursed. Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome.
The only thing that had tethered her to the earth had been him and it was strange, but she felt welded to him on some core level now. He had seen her at her absolute worst, at her weakest and most ins...
Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie.
You know, Qhuinn's an interesting character. Saxton reached out with an elegant hand and picked up his port. He's one of my favorite cousins, actually. His nonconformity is admirable and he's survived...
The thread of will-they-or-won't-they was the real driver of every word and glance and shift of body.So...this was a date, Blay thought. A subtextual negotiation slipcovered in talk of books read and...