What’s this?” he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.”It’s…
I have something I need to tell you,” he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands and look back at him. “I might be in love with you.” He smiles a little. “I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.””That’s sensible of you,” I say, smiling too. “We should find some paper so you can make a list or a chart or something.”I feel his laughter against my side, his nose sliding along my jaw, his lips pressing my ear.”Maybe I’m already sure,” he says, “and I just don’t want to frighten you.”I laugh a little. “Then you should know better.””Fine,” he says. “Then I love you.
I have something I need to tell you,” he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hands…
A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course
What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course
Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.
Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.
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