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He was nothing but a deep abyss of want, and only she could fill him.
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“Miss Fairfield,” he said quietly, “I am not your enemy. Stop treating me as one.” Her heart slammed in her breast. “I have no enemies.” “That, Miss Fairfield, is bollocks, and you know it. You have only enemies.
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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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I would never interrupt you," he told her. "I love it when you talk Sweetly to me.
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Let them say what they wish behind your back. You need only be strong enough that they don't say it to your face.
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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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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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The way he looked at her made her heart thump, her breath catch. For a second, those dark eyes seemed to have no end to them, as if she were looking into a hall of mirrors and seeing reflection upon reflection echoing into infinity.
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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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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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She wouldn’t forget that somewhere, beneath the duties and the obligations, she still deserved joy.
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I’d tell you to fetch a match, but you have always had your own spark.
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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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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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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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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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Gray! No, anything but gray. Gray is nothing but a white that can’t make up its mind.
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You can’t eat justice.
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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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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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Truth, but truth twisted to sting.
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This was disapproval with a bite.
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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’d wanted to make her into nothing because that’s what he’d done to himself.
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