We meet. We always meet, somehow we’re always thrown together, no matter where I go, no matter how I try to distance myself from you. It never matters. You always find me.
Rule number 2 – don’t listen to me!” Arriane laughed, “I’m certifiably insane!
Daniel’s face – the way it had been bathed in violet light when he’d carried her home this morning – appeared before her eyes. His gleaming golden hair. His tender, knowing eyes. The way one touch of his lips transported her far away from any darkness. For him, she’d suffer all of this, and more.
Every single lifetime, I’ll choose you. Just as you have always chosen me. Forever.
He had the innate sense that something bad was just around the bend, but a hope that something incredible was waiting in the distance. It had to be. His burning love for her cursed through him until he felt so full he didn’t know whether he would fit through the portal.
Even Lucifer looked impressed. He muttered, “Only Lucinda could pull that off.
Scared ya, did I? Aw, that’s sweet. Don’t worry the shocks won’t kill me,” she whispered. “They only make me stronger. Anyway, it was worth it to give that cow a black eye, ya know?
Daniel stretched his arm around her and guided her head toward his shoulder. “Little – known fact about angels: We make excellent pillows.
He still loved her – and every moment that he didn’t have her hurt him deeply. That was why he’d spent the past nine days with a shadow of her soul, why he’d sought to reset the entire universe to have her back.
I just flew in from Heaven, and boy, are my arms tired.
How could it be? For weeks he’d run himself ragged, his only goal to keep her safe until the moment when he could no longer offer her protection. Now that moment had come and gone- and so did Luce.
We’re screwed,” Arriane said, kicking a cloud in frustration. She glared at its wispy tendrils, which ambled eastward, unaffected. “That’s never as satisfying as I think it’s going to be.
Si no puedo tenerte, no quiero nada.
Free will.” Cam shrugged. “It’s all the rage these days.
Eureka didn’t voice her perverse enjoyment at dressing as an object with a second life when it was dead.
Coach’s sad smile suggested that after a suicide attempt, a girl’s decisions weighed less, like bodies on the moon.
His popcorn exploded with truffle oil and shaved Parmesan, or chopped pretzels and chewy flecks of caramel. Today’s batch smelled like curry and toasted almonds.
She liked the way he smelled – kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.
Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.
Cooking is the best way to unwind at the end of a long writing day. There’s something mindless and hands-on about cooking, which makes it feel like the very opposite of writing, which is heady but inactive.