To both Holly and Cade, Tera said, 'Then we part ways here, hopefully with peace still between us.' Cade shrugged. 'What's a few arrow wounds among friends, yeah?' With a wince, she said, 'About those arrows, Cade. They were dipped in poison-' 'Poison!' Cade bellowed. 'Ah, come on, Tera!
Yeah.' He touched Kelsey's arm and felt a shock, like static electricity. But this went deeper, beneath his skin. 'I'm going to go see what Cade needs. See you later?' She licked her lips, the action sending a different kind of electricity down south. What a time for his libido to make a reappearance. 'Yeah. See you later
Bliss, I don't normally do things like that. But I was second-guessing everything about coming here, and you were everything I needed. I don't know how many times I've stopped myself from coming over here and knocking on your door. And yes, seeing you with Cade was definitely motivation, but more than that... I just like you, Bliss. As a teacher. As a person. As a guy.
Cade shifted against the sheets, trying to ease his painful erection. He was going against every protocol there was. Sleeping in the same bed as the woman in his protective custody? Genius plan. It would be one thing if he was simply trying to comfort her, to make her feel at ease. Yeah, it would still be breaking some rules, but he was intensely attracted to her. Had been from the moment they met all those years ago.
[Cade] hiked his broad shoulders. 'My kind prefer tarts with a little more meat on their bones so they can take a demon's lusts.' 'Tarts?' [Holly's] jaw slackened. 'My God, you're the most misogynistic man I've ever met. I bet you also like your tarts barefoot and pregnant.' 'Nah, I like them barefoot, on birth control, and always available in my bed.
Solo el individuo que vive en soledad es una criatura sujeta a leyes profundas y si sale al empezar la mae±ana, o mira hacia la tarde que este¡ vibrante de vida y comprende lo que le rodea, entonces todo se desprende de el, como si de un cade¡ver se tratara, aunque siga en la plenitud de la vida.
'Easy, female, ' Cade soothed as he crept closer to where Holly huddled naked in a corner... When he began unbuttoning his shirt to cover her, she gave a cry, and bloody claws swiped out at him. Then she stared in horror at her fingertips... When he removed his shirt, she bared her small fangs and hissed, then looked aghast at her reaction. 'There, now, a good hiss never hurt anyone.
Sabrina Thomas clutched the leather-bound notebook to her chest and tried not to be impatient as the elevator in the south tower of Texas Hospital near downtown Dallas stopped once again on its climb to the eighteenth and top floor. But it was difficult. Dr. Cade Mathis, the bane of her existence, would reach Mrs. Ward's room first and then there'd be hell to pay. Sabrina jabbed the button to close the doors as soon as the last person stepped onto the already crowded elevator.
When he'd watched her in the past, he hadn't understood why she would wear such conservative tops, then such provocative skirts. Yes, they went past her knees, but they also stretched so enticingly over her ass. He'd finally figured it out. Holly didn't realize how those expensive materials molded over her generous curves. Cade knew females liked to ask, 'Does my ass look big in this?' But considering Holly as an example, he'd begun to suspect that women really couldn't determine what their asses looked like. Oh, well. A question for the ages.
So I'm reading some poem by Louise... something, I forget her last name, but it's about Hades and the underworld, and I don't even notice that Paige has come up to my table until she says, 'Doesn't everyone want love?' And I'm thinking, wow, that's a pretty deep question, but then again Paige is really smart, and this is my chance to finally show her that I'm not just a dumb jock. So I say, 'I heard this theory once that love means your subconscious is attracted to someone else's subconscious.'' 'Very deep, ' Cade said. 'Exactly. And I'm feeling proud of myself for that one, until she points to the book and says, 'Oh, that wasn't a question. I was just quoting a line from the poem.
Magari qualcosa, una moneta che cade, un piccolo braccialetto che si impiglia alla maglia di qualcuno, uno scontrino che scivola via, cambia il destino di una persona. E quella persona, per un piccolo, banalissimo gesto, non fare pie¹ le stesse cose che avrebbe fatto invece se quel gesto non si fosse verificato. E la sua vita prende un altro binario. Magari per sempre. Magari per un po' soltanto. Chisse.
Quanto a Emma, non si chiedeva se lo amasse. Ella credeva che l'amore dovesse arrivare all'improvviso, con fragori e folgori; uragano dei cieli che cade sulla vita, la sconvolge, strappa via le volonte come foglie, e trascina all'abisso il cuore intero. Ella non sapeva che sulle terrazze delle case la pioggia forma laghetti quando le grondaie sono ingorgate, e avrebbe continuato a credersi al sicuro, quando a un tratto scopre¬ una crepa nel muro.
You told me men don't do this.' 'Do what?' She walked around the counter, speaking animatedly. 'Two years ago. We were at Firelight, having drinks. Cade and I had split up and you said that men don't mope around after a breakup. You said that men avoid issues, get drunk, and pick up a new girl to forget the old one-but that you don't brood.' Ford held out his hands in disbelief. 'How do you remember that? And I'm not brooding.' She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him. 'I know you're my friend, ' he said. 'But please, for once, can you just act like you have a penis? Because I don't want to talk about this.' She shrugged. 'Fine. We'll just sit here and listen to music.' She reached for his phone again. 'Have you heard Taylor Swift's new song?' 'No.' 'Well, you're going to-on endless repeat until you start talking.
A rua dos cataventos Da vez primeira em que me assassinaram, Perdi um jeito de sorrir que eu tinha. Depois, a cada vez que me mataram, Foram levando qualquer coisa minha. Hoje, dos meu cade¡veres eu sou O mais desnudo, o que ne£o tem mais nada. Arde um toco de Vela amarelada, Como eºnico bem que me ficou. Vinde! Corvos, chacais, ladreµes de estrada! Pois dessa me£o avaramente adunca Ne£o havere£o de arracar a luz sagrada! Aves da noite! Asas do horror! Voejai! Que a luz treªmula e triste como um ai, A luz de um morto ne£o se apaga nunca!
Bliss?' I called. 'Yeah?' 'Check the drawers of the nightstand! She was playing with it in the middle of the night, and I think I remember taking it away and sticking it in there.' 'Okay!' Through the open door, I watched her circle around the edge of the bed. I walked in place for a few seconds, letting my feet drop a little heavier than necessary, then opened and closed the door like I'd gone back inside the bathroom. Then I hid in the space between the back of the bedroom door and the wall where I could just see through the crack between the hinges. She pulled open the top drawer, and my heartbeat was like a bass drum. I don't know when it had started beating so hard, but now it was all that I could hear. It wasn't like I was asking her to marry me now. I just knew Bliss, and knew she tended to panic. I was giving her a very big, very obvious hint so that she'd have time to adjust before I actually asked her. Then in a few months, when I thought she'd gotten used to the idea, I'd ask her for real. That was the plan anyway. It was supposed to be simple, but this felt... complicated. Suddenly, I thought of all the thousands of ways this could go wrong. What if she freaked out? What if she ran like she did our first night together? If she ran, would she go back to Texas? Or would she go to Cade who lived in North Philly? He'd let her stay until she figured things out, and then what if something developed between them? What if she just flat out told me no? Everything was good right now. Perfect, actually. What if I was ruining it by pulling this stunt? I was so caught up in my doomsday predictions that I didn't even see the moment that she found the box. I heard her open it though, and I heard her exhale and say, 'Oh my God.' Where before my mouth had been dry, now I couldn't swallow fast enough. My hands were shaking against the door. She was just standing there with her back to me. I couldn't see her face. All I could see was her tense, straight spine. She swayed slightly. What if she passed out? What if I'd scared her so much that she actually lost consciousness? I started to think of ways to explain it away. I was keeping it for a friend? It was a prop for a show? It was... It was... shit, I didn't know. I could just apologize. Tell her I knew it was too fast. I waited for her to do something-scream, run, cry, faint. Anything would be better than her stillness. I should have just been honest with her. I wasn't good at things like this. I said what I was thinking-no plans, no manipulation. Finally, when I thought my body would crumble under the stress alone, she turned. She faced the bed, and I only got her profile, but she was biting her lip. What did that mean? Was she just thinking? Thinking of a way to get out of it? Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled. She snapped the box closed. She didn't scream. She didn't run. She didn't faint. There might have been a little crying. But mostly... she danced. She swayed and jumped and smiled the same way she had when the cast list was posted for Phaedra. She lost herself the same way she did after opening night, right before we made love for the first time. Maybe I didn't have to wait a few months after all. She said she wanted my best line tomorrow after the show, and now I knew what it was going to be.