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“Don’t ask,” Micah said. “They’ve been best friends for years. Sometimes you just nod and let them have their guy moment.” Dr. Cross frowned harder. “I don’t understand.” “I’m the wife,” Micah said, “she’s the husband, and he’s the husband’s best friend. Does that explain it?”
― Affliction
― Affliction
“held on to Edward’s hand, gave him some of the best eye contact I’d given anyone in a while, and Dr. Fields tried to stitch me up ahead of my body’s healing. Even with the ardeur days from being fed I was healing too fast for normal medical help. Fuck. Edward talked low to me. He whispered about the case, tried to get me to think about work. It worked for a while, and then the painkiller was all gone and I was still being stitched up. I couldn’t think about work. He talked about his family, about what Donna was doing with her metaphysical shop, about Peter in school and in martial arts. He was working on his second black belt. Becca and her musical theater, and the fact that he was still taking her to dance class twice a week, that amused me enough for me to say, “I want to see you sitting with all the suburban moms in the waiting area.”
― Hit List
― Hit List
“We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death. Jean-Claude and even Richard would try to hold me alive out of love or something that passed for it. Even my family and other friends would fight to keep me alive. If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.”
― Obsidian Butterfly
― Obsidian Butterfly
“For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh. You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner... you're in one!”
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“Do I go in the bathroom, or do you?” He frowned at me. “Why?” “I’m not comfortable with you dressing in front of me.” He gave a half-laugh. I think I’d surprised him. “You live with shapeshifters, and they go around nude all the time.” “Seeing my friends and lovers nude is fine, but seeing you nude, no.” He studied my face. “It really would bother you.” “Yes.” He frowned again. “Why?” “If I’m having sex with someone it’s okay to see them nude, but if sex isn’t an option, then no nudity.” He laughed, abrupt and surprised. “You’re still a prude, and you always will be.” “It wouldn’t bother you to strip in front of me?” “No, why should it?” I sighed. “Fine, I’m a prude. I’ll go into the bathroom while you dress.” “No, I’ll dress in the bathroom.” He was still smiling, his face shining with the remains of his laughter, as he gathered up his clothes.”
― Hit List
― Hit List
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