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Margaret had always thought a man seduced a woman by making her aware of his charms: his body, his wealth, his kisses. How naive she had been. Ash Turner seduced her with the promise of her own self.
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I don’t know what I’m seeing in his eyes now. Something raw and hungry. Or maybe I’m just seeing a reflection of my own want.
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No, Mr. Marshall. I will not be browbeaten, however nicely you do it. I am done with things happening to me. From here on out, I am going to happen to things.
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Using facts to settle disputes. How bold of you.
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You've always been your own knight, riding to your rescue. I'm just the man who came along and saw how brightly your armor shone.
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I would never interrupt you," he told her. "I love it when you talk Sweetly to me.
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It’s a good thing that Blake and I are only pretend-dating, because if this were remotely real, he would be so completely dead for abandoning me.
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Hers. Hers. She belonged to herself again, body and soul, pleasure and heartbreak. She was every inch hers again, her body reclaimed from those long years of bitter ownership. She was hers.
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There was only a language of families, a tongue woven from a lifetime of shared experiences. Its vocabulary consisted of gestures and curt sentences, incomprehensible to all outsiders. Inside, it wasn't difficult to translate at all.
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She wouldn’t forget that somewhere, beneath the duties and the obligations, she still deserved joy.
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He'd fashioned himself into one hard edge. He was all blade and no handle. If she held him close, she'd risk being cut.
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I’d tell you to fetch a match, but you have always had your own spark.
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There’s not much to me but animal instinct. Don’t look to me for a logical discourse on your charms.
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Robert was good at many things. Communicating with women was not one of them. “That’s not what I meant,” he muttered.
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It’s one thing to flirt with someone you’ve never met. But these? These are actual feelings. I’m not sure what they mean or what to do with them.
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You can’t eat justice.
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She only knew that it felt right, the two of them together again, like two brass gears that had been machined for each other, turning in perfect harmony.
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The last thing he could withstand was a sustained correspondence.
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When his eyes rested on her, he stopped. He’d been smiling before, in a friendly fashion. But what lit his face when he saw her was more than a smile, more than a grin. It was as if someone had thrown aside the curtains of a sickroom on a glorious morning, to let sunlight spill into every darkened corner.
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I’ll be your friend in daylight. I’ll treat you as a comrade in every gas-lit ballroom. But alone, under moonlight, I’ll not pretend that I want you for anything but mine.
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This was disapproval with a bite.
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Truth, but truth twisted to sting.
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You anchor me without holding me down. You frighten me without threatening my future. You're unflinchingly devoted. I love you.
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He wasn't sure what he was saying, either, but he felt as if he were slipping into some dangerous world - one where answers ceased to be easy.
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