Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you’re covered with honey.
Man, some open doors were not welcoming, and that was so the case here – less hi-how’re-ya, more come-in-so-your-skin-can-be-used-to-make-a-super-hero-cape-for-one-of-Hannibal-Lecter’s-patients.
Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.
I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.
Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.
Say the word. Say the word and I won’t go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I’ll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don’t you just kiss me-.
The half-human was the hottest thing he’d ever gotten anywhere near. And he’d cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.
Man, he wasn’t going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.
Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. – Beth about Wrath.
She nodded, wondering why couldn’t she have been named Mary. Or Sue. Butno, she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.
There was a heavy, dark pause of vast significance. Which Jim broke by flashing his hands and belting out, “Booga-wooga!” At least Eddie laughed. Adrian flipped Jim the bird and headed to the fridge for another beer.
When she didn’t say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.
To be denied was like getting shut out of a Public Park.
Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew.
Because when I looked at you across that table at the diner, no one else existed. And whether or not anything happens between you and me, it took meeting you to show me what I was missing.
I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.
I don’t do farm animals. Can’t stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.
That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaah, who’s your daddy...
I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn’t fight me, would you? No, she probably wouldn’t. Wrath and Beth.