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“sophisticated, I must say.” I stood up and looked into a full-length mirror that had been placed in my room for the day.”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“Bronson finally wandered off. Trevor handed me a Sprite and sat on the ottoman next to my chair. “Are you having a good time?” he asked, gulping down his own drink.  I couldn’t tell what he was drinking since the glass was opaque, but I hoped he was keeping his word that his partying days were behind him. I sipped at my soda. “It's okay. I don't really know anybody though.” “It's getting close to midnight. Do you want to get out of here?” Relieved he had made the suggestion, I smiled. “Yes, please.”  He took my hand as we walked out to his car. “Where should we go?” I asked as I put on my seatbelt. “I know just the place.” He grinned as he started the engine. We drove for a while and when we stopped we were overlooking the valley. Even though it was cold outside, the view was spectacular.  Trevor left the car running so we could stay warm. Even so, I cuddled up to him. He gazed at me, the black of his pupils enlarged in his blue eyes. “It's midnight, Lily.” His voice was husky as he reached out and cradled my face in his hands. I closed my eyes, ready to accept his kiss. He pressed his lips against mine, gently at first, then more urgently. “I don't think I can wait four more weeks,” he groaned. “We're practically married now. Do we really need to wait?” I pulled back. “But we’re not actually married.” He stared at me in the dim moonlight. “You’re one stubborn girl.” Wanting to change the subject, I groped around in my mind for something else to talk about. The messages I'd received popped into my head and they wouldn't leave. “Trevor, I got a weird e-mail the other day.” “Oh, yeah?” He said without much enthusiasm.  “Yes. They were about you.” That got his attention. He sat up straighter. “Who sent them?” “I don't know,” I said. “Okay. What did they say?” “Basically, they told me not to marry you.”  “What?” He shifted in his seat to face me more squarely.  “That's right. This time I sent an e-mail back, though,” I smiled, proud I had taken some sort of action. “And did you get a response?” “Not yet.” His hand shot out and grabbed me by the arm. “Tell me if you do. Will you promise me?” Startled by his response, I said, “Okay, if that's what you want.” He let go of my arm and I rubbed it where he had squeezed.  “It's getting late. I'd better get you home.” Trevor put the car in gear and we drove toward my apartment. His sudden change in attitude concerned me. What did he know that he wasn’t telling me? The spring semester started a few days later. I was excited to begin my new classes and went eagerly to my first one. It was a required Humanities course. I was surprised to find Justin sitting in the classroom. There was an empty seat beside him and I pulled it out and sat down. “What are you doing in this class?” I said. “Oh, hey, Lily. How's it going?” His smile was warm and friendly. “Great. How about you? I hear you and Pamela are getting serious.”  “Yeah, but not as serious as you, I hear.”  I noticed he seemed very pleased to hear about my own engagement and was surprised. I guess he's over me, I thought. That's good, I suppose. “Yes. Three and a”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“opportunity Derrick had been waiting for. With their captors distracted, Derrick lifted his arms behind himself, then slammed his forearms against his hips. It hurt like a mother to have the zip ties cut into his wrists, but after three swift hits, the zip ties snapped apart.”
― Christine Kersey, Insurrection

“You never know what's around the corner,”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“After glancing at myself one last time, I went into the living room. “Everything all right?” he asked. His book was open on the coffee table, the questions were next to it, and a blank sheet of paper lay beside that. “Yes, and I see you're all ready to work.” He smirked. “Yes, Miss Jamison. Your student is ready.” “Very funny,” I said, though”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“My philosophy is, you never really know what's going on behind someone else's closed doors.”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“Nine”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“even bother locking the”
― Christine Kersey, Lily's Story: The Complete Saga

“He seemed to have a lot of secrets hidden behind those eyes and I was curious to discover what they were.”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“Literally.” Then I told her what had happened. “Clever move, Courtney.” “I didn’t do it on purpose.” One eyebrow arched. “Still.” I shook my head”
― Christine Kersey, Witness

“I”
― Christine Kersey, Gone

“He looked up from the sheet of paper. “Business management. If things go the way I hope, I’ll graduate two years from next spring.” “Really? That's not too bad. So how old are you anyway?” “Twenty-three. I’ve been putting myself”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“we could talk. The decision”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“Grateful she had locked it, she crept to the door and peered out the peephole, then smiled as she unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. “Kyle. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” “I couldn’t leave you all by yourself. And I’ll bet you haven’t had dinner. Am I right?” “Yes, but only because I fell asleep.” “My point exactly. You need someone to take care of you.” Jessica laughed and allowed him to enter. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” “I know you are. But I think you deserve a little pampering, don’t you?” “I won’t argue with that.” Though she knew having him here would just make it harder to say good-bye later, she was willing to put it off for a little while longer. “What did you have in mind?” He held up a bag. “I brought Chinese.” He winked at her. “Your favorite.” Surprised by his apparent need to take care of her, if she didn’t know he was engaged to Melanie she’d think he was flirting with her. But he was engaged to Melanie, so she could only take his actions to mean that he was taking care of an old friend. He walked into the kitchen and set the bag on the table. “Where are the plates?” When she started walking toward the cabinets, he gently held on to her arms and steered her toward the table. “I can find them myself. You need to sit.” She smiled, loving the attention and soaking it up while it lasted. He found the plates as well as utensils and glasses, and set the table before sitting across from her. “I know you like the orange chicken and the fried rice, so I got plenty of both.” He scooped out a generous helping onto her plate, then filled his own. Jessica dug in, surprised by how hungry she was. “This is delicious. Thanks for bringing it over.” “My pleasure,” he said, grinning. He took a few more bites, then set his fork down. “I have to admit, it bothers me that your fiancé didn’t make the effort to be here with you after all you’ve been through.” Jessica froze, her fork midway to her mouth. She set it down and straightened the napkin in her lap before meeting Kyle’s eyes. “The truth is, I didn’t”
― Christine Kersey, Over You

“remembered I had traded them in for contact lenses. I hurried down the hall, worried I would be late for my first class. It was hard enough to be alone in a new city; when I added my lack of familiarity with the campus and my poor”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“wanted person, Morgan.” No, he”
― Christine Kersey, The Other Morgan

“As I reflected on one of the most life-shaping experiences of my life, I realized that, in a very tragic way, that experience was preparing me for the rest of my life. You never know what's around the corner. Trepidation washed over me at the thought.”
― Christine Kersey, He Loves Me Not

“anything like where the furniture came from.”
― Christine Kersey, Over You

“Pure joy shot through me,”
― Christine Kersey, Gone