And my approval is hanging on by a thread as it is.
Ahren grunted, holding his hand. “That hurts! Ow, that really hurts!
I pulled myself out of the guard’s arms and ran like a drunk into the garden.
When you know who matters most to you, giving things up, even yourself, doesn’t really feel like a sacrifice. There are a handful of people who I’d lay down my life for without a second thought.
It was impossible not to see all the gears turning in his head. It was also easy to see the moment he stopped thinking and nodded yes anyway.
Criticism was heavy these days, and that one scrap of praise was like water in the desert.
I was lost in a hundred different worlds.
Of course you have. Because when you’re on the bottom, your only choice is to blame the top.
Don’t be so shocked. Friends usually spend time together.” My tone added the of course. “Ah, you’re cross with me because I’ve been engaged all week, aren’t you? I didn’t mean to neglect our friendship, America.
How are you feeling?” “Your eyes look like chocolate,” I mumbled. He smiled. “And yours look like the morning sky.” “Can I have water?” “Yes. Lots,” he promised. “Let’s get her upstairs,” he said to someone else. And I fell asleep to the rocking of his steps.
There are bigger things than love.
And no matter how crazy it seemed, I indulged in every adventure.
There was something about her... Even the way she didn’t like me drew me in, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Dear America, will you do me a favor?” He took my hand again. He was persistent.
Nothing compared to being lost in the sea.
What if I was stuck here married to one man while watching the person I truly wanted walking around my home every day?
Besides, I wouldn’t want to end up with a man who’s in love with someone else.
And then there was America, her mouth stuffed with a strawberry tart, her eyes rolling like she was in heaven. I stifled a laugh, and suddenly I had a plan.
I’d hate for you to lose him because you were afraid.
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