Safe in a bubble of denial and bitterness. I know that will make some of you happy and infuriate others. Please note, if you contact me as a guest, I cannot reply to you. He rubs his cheek as his expression morphs from shock, to hurt, to an awed smile. Is there a problem?
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Safe in a bubble of denial and bitterness. I know that will make some of you happy and infuriate others. Please note, if you contact me as a guest, I cannot reply to you.
He rubs his cheek as his expression morphs from shock, to hurt, to an awed smile. Is there a problem? How would that be? I glare at him as fury blasts through me. Why would he stop now? And Mr. I would suggest you keep your tongue in your mouth.
I push violently through the exit doors into the alley behind the theater and light up a cigarette, sucking down a lungful of smoke and pacing back and forth as I try to calm myself down. That I could be in the same room with him without wanting to either fuck him or punch him. Or both. Nothing has changed.
I stop in my tracks as I remember exactly how violently my body reacted to him during the kiss. I tried to be unaffected, I really did. But as soon as his lips met mine, my long-suppressed lust roared to life, just as potent as ever. He smelled amazing. So familiar and masculine. Unfortunately, he tasted even better, and as I involuntarily opened my mouth to find his tongue, the force of my reaction transported me back to the first night that we I stop the thought before it can go any further.
No way. The first night we made love, everything I thought I knew changed, and he acted like it was nothing. For twelve months after that, we stayed away from each other. Well, as much as we could when we were in the same drama course. In fact, it only made it worse. So, then why did I agree to do this play with him? I guess I needed to see if there was anything left between us. If everything I remember about the good parts of us were just juvenile delusion.
Sometimes I think I imagined it all. That I made it all up as part of some romantic fantasy. But I loved him. I know that for sure. All I wanted was for him to love me back. I now wonder if he ever did.
I offer him one and light it quickly. I hate him. I want him to suffer, in a manner that hopefully involves genital clamps and electricity. That I can see your enmity in your scenes? All I see is two people with staggering chemistry who make every scene come alive with incredible sexual tension and gut-wrenching longing. I see the kind of theatrical magic that will have the critics and the public screaming for more. I see Tony awards, my girl, and you know how much I love Tony awards.
As he opens it, Cullen steps out. Aro glances back at me and makes an ass-slapping motion before guffawing loudly and disappearing inside. As usual, the warmth of his body burns into me like a massive heat-lamp. I hate myself for reacting like that. He reaches over and snatches my cigarette before dropping it on the ground and crushing it with his boot. He stands there in silence for a few seconds, staring at me and generally making me simultaneously furious and horny.
Come on Go ahead Rewind three years and make some fucking different choices. He looks down at his shoes, swallowing hard. So tell me, how would you like me to do it? All I can think about is how much I want him back, and how much of a doormat that makes me. Why are we even talking about this? Play it that way. It gives me sick satisfaction. Well, that is not going to fly with me any more, Pony-Boy!
Where the hell did that come from? I cringe and look away, not wanting to remember the pet names we called each other in drama school. That was back when we were friends. Best friends. He inches forward, and I can almost feel how much he wants to touch me.
I guess I got carried away. I try to stop it but No smirk. Desperate to keep him out of my heart again. His expression is immensely sad when he says, "I guess not. It makes me feel vulnerable, too. Tell me what will make you not want to kill me.
My reaction is anything but gentle. Neither is his. It affects me now the same way it did back then. He draws back and looks at me with dark eyes, his breathing heavy. He sucks lightly on my lips and I shudder as an involuntary groan oozes out of me. He pulls back, breathing rough and ragged, hands firm at the base of my neck. My self-preservation is screaming at me, but my hormones are screaming just as loudly.
Oh, God, too much.
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EPOV Outtake 4 7. I see Tony awards, my girl, and you know how much I love Tony awards. Everything I thought I wanted. If you have something to share you can post a notice here. Tell me what will kiyarafen you not want to kill me.
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Arashilmaran Katy rated it it was amazing Dec 30, I could speak every language in the world and still not have enough words to encompass how I feel about this man. EPOV Outtake 5 8. I really hope he lets me. To see if I can finally put my feelings for him behind me? I would say that even though it was over pages, I wanted a bit more from the ending.
The Diva Diaries
The story likewise alternated between past and present showing us how 4stars This was truly an exceptional book. The story likewise alternated between past and present showing us how history shaped these two into the characters that they are today. This was a well-written story. Full of humor with a very likeable heroine. And yet when the emotional intensity kicked in, I felt her full heartache.