Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. “You would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We’re talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table.
Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God’s sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He’d read that book, seen the movie, bought the sound track, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider’s guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key.
Funny how your life could be interrupted: You left a house expecting to come back, but then the path you were on took you left instead of around again to the right. How.
John?” she said. As it was dark, he whistled a What? “You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.” She reached up and cupped his face. It happened so fast, he couldn’t believe it. Later, he would play and replay everything over and over again, stretching out the moment endlessly, reliving it and taking a strange kind of nourishment from the memory, again and again.
Snowflakes, which had started out at lunchtime dancing in the winter air, had soon put on so much weight that they could no longer perform arabesques on the wind currents. They were also in a hurry now, wasting their freedom in a rush to get to the ground, not realizing that the fall was the very best part of their lives, and that once that descent was over, they were going to be trod upon, sped over, plowed into dirty piles like they were degenerates as opposed to floating miracles.
I love you, she mouthed in the shadows. “Let’s go,” she said roughly.
Life was too short, no matter how long you lived.
When a plate was put in front of him, he glanced up. “No veggies? Not that I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth.” “Vegetable matter is a waste of porcelain space.” Phury pushed a knife and fork across the butcher block. “Ask yourself, would I sacrifice the surface area of mashed or stuffing for peas?” “I love you.
After a moment, he dropped his head and started to kiss her again, and she kissed him right back, giving him everything she had, trying to reassure him not just about his own injury, but the very future of the race. Which was maybe nuts. But sometimes that was all you could do – just pour your hope and love into your partner because they needed the support, even though it arguably wasn’t going to change or improve what was really going on.
Cormia blew out her match. “How did you know he was on my mind?” “You have what I call a ‘male brow.’ Which is a frown brought on when you’re thinking about your male and you either want to boot him in the ass or wrap your arms around him and hold him ’til he can’t breathe.
Life is short, no matter how many days you are granted. People are precious, each and everyone, no matter how many your are lucky enough to have in you life. Love... Love is worth dying for.
And it was hard, when you were in a dark place, to be around those who were not. You didn’t want to bring anybody down, but you also couldn’t fake the happiness.
Rhage stepped in front of him. “Hey, hi! How are you?” Hollywood stuck his hand out. “I’d like to introduce myself. I’m the piece of meat that’s going to force you headfirst into your buddy Qhuinn’s Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I’d introduce myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.
He was stronger and tougher – and she had to believe, even if it went against every core principle she personally had, that his single-minded, unwavering commitment to himself was going to see him through this better than her compassionate interest in others. Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.
Just so we’re clear, I am not going to apologize to anyone for being a waitress. Work is work. You do everything the best you can, and it doesn’t matter what it is.
You can trust me, Novo. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.
Rhage lay down on top of the comforter and crossed his feet at the ankles. Everything irritated him, the hot room, the PJs, the robe. Now he knew what presents felt like, all trussed up in paper and ribbons: itchy. “Do you normally wear all that to bed?” she asked. “Absolutely.” “Then why’s the tag still on that robe?” “In case I want another, I’ll know what it is.
Butch came in from the kitchen, Bud in one hand, sandwich in the other. “Hey, big man. S’up?” “I want the two of you to chain me to my bed.
Nope, it was the Great Immortal Agitator: Lassiter.
Sometimes life brought you to corners that you saw coming, big changes altering your direction and focus thanks to a given event, like a mating or the birth of a young. Other times, though, the glacial shifts came without warning, popping out of nowhere.