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326 pages, Paperback
First published November 24, 2013
As he looked at me, his face openly betrayed what his heart was feeling. The wall, the bravado, the persona — it was all gone, reduced to rubble at our feet.
I want you so badly I can taste it. –D
Tell me, what does want taste like? –A
It tastes like the sweetest velvet. –D
“He can be a right prat sometimes. But you’ll get used to it.” –Penny
“Hello? I’m right here.” – Daniel
What the hell was sandalwood anyway? In the dictionary beside the word, there would probably be a picture of me blissfully sniffing Daniel’s neck.
My God, he was so gorgeous. Was it really possible that one day in the not-too-terribly-distant-future I was going to get me a piece of that? Be still my ever-loving heart.
Angry-Daniel was something to behold. But then he was Tail-Between-His-Legs-Daniel, followed shortly afterward by TinyPiece-Of-Heart-On-His-Sleeve-Daniel. The episode was rounded out nicely by Dimpled-Smile-And-Lip-Biting-Daniel. Smorgasboard, right? Was it too much to hope that we might being working toward a comfortable friendship? Now if only I could get some benefits to go along with that friendship.
It was as if we were attached by an invisible current, dangerously compelling us to move toward each other.
He smiled and released my hand, which would be of no use to me ever again. How could I possibly type, write, do dishes or complete any other mundane daily task with these fingers, which had just been gloriously serviced by Daniel’s hot tongue?
As he looked at me, his face openly betrayed what his heart was feeling. The wall, the bravado, the persona — it was all gone, reduced to rubble at our feet.
“…I’ve spend the last ten years of my life studying words – marveling in their power, their weight. Never once in all those years did I have an inkling that the weight of so few words could be so crushing,”