I had loved and been loved in return, and there was nothing greater than that. It far outweighed the alienation of all the previous years. Bones thought five months was too short; I was amazed I’d been granted joy for so long. “I love you,” he moaned, or maybe I said it. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. The lines had dissolved between us.
You don’t know what it’s like to lose a child, but I do. When they’re gone, every cold word you uttered is a scar on your soul, every missed opportunity with them a pain that will never heal.
But the lack of a sense of humor was an insurmountable defect, in my opinion.
I can’t just let us go our separate ways, Kitten, because I am in love with you. I love you.
Because I love him. Even though I can’t have him anymore, I still want him to be happy.
I wish people would just leave us alone,” I said. “You remember when it was just the two of us in a big dark cave? Who knew that would be the most uncomplicated time of our lives?
Still, how did you show the world’s biggest control freak that the secret to lasting love meant giving up control? I didn’t know, but I intended to find out.
Let’s get my part of this over with,” Vlad said shortly. “And if the name ‘Buffy’ comes out of my mouth, it will be the last word you ever hear.
You are in my soul, and nothing you did before we met or will do in the future can change that.
You said please,” I whispered, smiling when his relief flooded my emotions with the force of a thousand dams breaking. “I’m never going to let you live that down.
Ian tended to take a death threat as a challenge, a joke, or an aphrodisiac.
You know, pet, that is one truly annoying habit you have, telling me what I do and do not feel. After living for over two hundred and forty-one years, I think I know my own mind.
Mencheres made a sound that was almost a tssk. “Just because you don’t know how to do something doesn’t mean it can’t be done.
There’s nothing crueler than time. It stretches when you’re in pain, flies away if you’re happy, and crushes you when you remember all the years that are now gone.
Despite the instant blast of heat, I ran through it without a backward glance. “That’s love for you,” I heard Ian say. “Glad I’m too corrupt to fall victim to that form of intelligence lobotomy.” “I hope you fall head over heels for someone who insists on monogamy!” I.
Gin. No glass, just the bottle,” I said bluntly.
And you’re wrong about something, Don. It’s not vampire blood that corrupts – it’s whether the person who drinks it is corrupted to begin with.
It hasn’t escaped my notice that you only compliment me when you’re intoxicated. Makes you right more agreeable, it does.
Kindness toward the voiceless or the vulnerable, like animals and children, usually denoted good character in a person.
No. I don’t think you’re pretty. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.