Just because you can doesn’t mean that you should.
You are mine,” I whisper. “Only mine. Don’t forget it.
She has a small, sweet face that is blushing now, an innocent pale rose. I wonder briefly if all her skin is like that – flawless – and what it would look like pink and warmed from the bite of a cane.
His eyes are gray oceans of loss and hurt and pain.
Let’s split up.” Mia claps her hands. “Girls, shopping – boys, outdoor boring stuff.
I nuzzle up against him, eyes closed, my nose at his throat, drinking in his sexy Christian-and-spiced-musky bodywash fragrance, my head on his shoulder. I let my mind drift, and I allow myself to fantasize that he loves me. Oh, and it’s so real, tanglible almost, and a small part of my nasty harpy subconscious acts completely out of character and dares to hope.
I want to stay in her mind. I need to stay in her mind.
I want to chase the dawn with you.
I promise to love you faithfully, forsaking all others, through the good times and the bad, in sickness and in health, regardless of where life takes us. I will protect you, trust you, and respect you. I will share your joys and sorrows and comfort you in times of need. I promise to cherish you and uphold your hopes and dreams and keep you safe at my side. All that is mine is now yours. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love from this moment on for as long as we both shall live.
So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.” “And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.
This I have to hear. You know she popped his cherry?” “Elliot!” Grace scolds, and swats him with a dish towel. “Ow!” He fends her off.
I will lay my world at your feet, Anastasia. I want you, body and soul, forever.
I’ve never promised to play fair where you’re concerned.
That’s what I do, and I do it well. It’s nothing to do with luck!
Well, I thought I should come and remind you how nice it was knowing me.
Palm twitching mad, especially now.
I love you, Anastasia. I will do everything in my power to protect you. I cannot imagine my life without you.
A man who acquires the ability to take full possession of his own mind may take possession of anything else to which he is justly entitled.’ I’m very singular, driven. I like control – of myself and those around me.
I want you to like it, too. To be happy in it, too.” “I’ll be happy wherever you are. It’s that simple, Ana.” His gaze holds mine. He is utterly, utterly sincere. I blink at him as my heart expands. Holy cow, he really does love me. “Well” – I swallow, fighting the small knot of emotion that catches in my throat – “I.
I’ve been so busy I haven’t managed to contact her since this morning, but she’s been hovering at the edge of my consciousness all day, like a guardian angel. My guardian angel. Ever present but not intrusive.