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.
Wow,” said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. “This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?”“I have no words,” I said honestly.He patted the spot beside him. “Want to try it out?
I didn’t care at this point and busied myself texting a message to Sydney on the Love Phone, letting her know that my art was a paltry thing compared to the brilliance of her beauty. She texted back: This is me rolling my eyes. To which I replied: I love you too.
You might not believe this, but there is no one like her at this school.""Oh I believe it," I said, thinking back to the time Angeline had forgotten her locker's combination and tried to get into it with an axe.No one was really sure where she'd gotten it from.
He shook his head. “No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do.”I waited for more. “That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?”Those green eyes held me. “I don't think I need to.
The Alchemists’ beliefs are my beliefs,” I say quickly.She arched an eyebrow. “Are they? I would hope your beliefs would be your beliefs.”I’d never thought about it that way before, but I suddenly hoped desperately that her words were true.
I didn't realize when I brought him back here that you'd inflict more damage." I said, once I'd finished the story."I was defending your honor." Adrian gave me that devil-may-care smile that always managed to both infuriate and captivate me. "Pretty manly, huh?
Sorry, Sage. Last I checked, you aren’t an expert insocial matters...""At least I take action. You? You let the world go bywithout you. You have no spine. You don’t fight back."“You don’t know the first thing about me, Adrian Ivashkov. I fight back plenty.
I wanted someone a little more approachable," I explained."What, like Captain McTropicalShorts back there? Where on earth did you find him anyway?""Just did an Internet search." Feeling a need to defend my research, I added, "He comes highly recommended.""By who? Long John Silver?
Emerald green eyes studied usfrom a face that could have been sculpted by one of theclassical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed thecomparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was avampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way Iwould some hot human guy.
You want to be an alchemist so badly? Don't wait to react to the immediate problem.Plan ahead. Look at the big picture and you won't ever have to deal with that problem.Better to save yourself from a major catastrophe than drag your feet over a bunch of little inconveniences.
So, what's this mean exactly?" he asked."You finally come around, and now you're going to just end things because of her?""Kissing you isn't exactly 'coming around.'"He gave me a long, level look. "There was a lot more than kissing, Miss 'I'm a Quick Study.
Well...I'm on birth control"I was drinking the water again and choked on it. It took several moments of coughing before I could gasp out. "What?""It takes a while for it to start working, so I figured I should be prepared, just in case.""Just in case," I repeated, still dumbfounded.
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.
You know how to make turkey? How would you have learnt that?" From what I knew, most dhampirs stayed nearly year-round at their schools from an early age. Not a lot of culinary time."Hey," he said, straight-faced. "All knowledge is worth having."Jill laughed. "He wouldn't tell me either.
