He’s hot like, the kind of hot that makes you stop walking on the street and get hit by traffic.
Wild and disrespectful? Who the hell are you anyway? Outsourced help?
That’s ridiculous.” Especially the part about Christian being manly.
Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov. And I was about to kick some ass.
My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease.
I’d have to kill Dimitri for real this time and lose any chance I might have to bring back my prince. Damn. It’s a good thing I work well under pressure.
So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.
Do you love him?
Even now, despite Angeline’s watchfulness, she’d occasionally oscillate between random topics, like how shepherd’s pie wasn’t a pie at all and why it was pointless for her to take class in typing when technology would eventually develop robot companions to do it for us.
Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy.
It’s okay,” said Adrian breezily. He rested his arm casually on the table. “I don’t really need a job or extra money. After Rose and I get married, the kids and I’ll just live off of her guardian paycheck.
Are you kidding? He’s arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and – oh.” Okay. Maybe she had a point.
I left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.
I’d never expected my first time to be in a cabin in the woods, but I realized the place didn’t matter. The person did. With someone you loved, you could be anywhere, and it would be incredible. Being in the most luxurious bed in the world wouldn’t matter if you were with someone you didn’t love.
And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me. A real smile, too – not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone – not to Lissa, not even to myself – but some days, I lived for those smiles.
The guy that’s going to kick your ass for hurting her.
You can think whatever you want, do whatever you want. I’m going to just go on loving you, even if it’s hopeless.
They come first.
Dimka, not you too.
Cheaters, I thought.