I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.
He looked like a Yanni fan at an Iron Maiden Concert.
What am I? Let’s just say I won’t fetch a stick for you. I won’t beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead.
I could only stare, any sense that maybe I understood him evaporating as it always did. I’d glimpse something underneath, and he’d snatched it away so fast it left bruises that called me a fool for hoping for more.
Remember when we met? Before you left, you said you were going to make a fool of yourself over me. That’s still what you’re worried about. That you’ll find yourself doing things you never dreamed of doing, things you laughed at in others, and you’ll make a fool of yourself.
Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn’t impressed.
We have Kenjii. We have my cell phone. Since we aren’t officially dating, I’m sure you’ll agree that’s all the protection we need.
One second he was in my face, making me feel stupid and useless. The next he was like this: hovering, concerned, worried.
The truth is, if a werewolf behaved like this psychopath it wouldn’t be because he was part animal, but because he was still too human. Only humans kill for sport.
Who cared whether you could change motor oil when you could snap a rottweiler’s neck in 2.8 seconds? Now there was a practical skill.
It was completely fifth garde and completely silly and I loved it, because he wasn’t afraid to be silly. It was like kissing him first – I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry what he’d think of me.
Never go easy on allies if you ahve to take them down. Especially allies. You’re already fighting the urge not to hurt them. Counteract that and hit them with everything you’ve got.
His cheek twitched. With Jeremy, this was the equivalent of an emotional outburst.
Once, when I’d needed to meet Daniel to deliver a warning from Jeremy, I’d worn two-inch heels and had quite enjoyed the sensation of talking down to Daniel, until he told me how sexy I looked. Since then he’d never seen me in anything but my oldest, grubbiest sneakers.
You think I led him on? For what? Kicks? I don’t have enough exictement in my life, so maybe I’ll tease a nice guy, get his hopes up, then laugh and skip away?
Derek lunged. He hit me in the shoulder and knocked me to the floor, landing on top of me. His body jerked, like he’d been hit with the spell, and I let out a yelp, struggling to get up, but he held me down, whispering “I’m okay, it’s okay” until the words penetrated.
Sometimes humans hit on a moment of profundity more complete than their dim minds could comprehend, and they took that nugget of truth and dumped it in the refuse for the bards and the poets to find, and mangle into yodeling paeans of love.
Just show him that I didn’t need his apology, I guess. Show him that I was okay. Better than okay. I was happy, in spite of everything he’d done to me, and no, I didn’t forgive him. God help me, I would not forgive him.
Bigger room, darling. Like I said, we need a bigger room.
I don’t care if I get one at all. Just as long as I keep getting anniversaries.