It Was Like Having A Genie. I'd

I Sighed And Gestured Toward Him. "i'll Take Him." In An Undertone, I Added, "don't Let Me Down, Zmey.

I Had No Reason To Get All Goofy, Just Because The Man Was Too Good-looking For His Own Good.

God, I Got Lucky. If I'd Hurt It, It Would Have Put Me Out Of Practice For A While.” Smiling, He Returned To His Chair. "i Know. You Kept Telling Me That While I Was Carrying You. You Were Very Upset.” "you...you Carried Me Here?” "after We Broke The Bench Apart And Freed Your Foot.” Man. I'd Missed Out On A Lot. The Only Thing Better Than Imagining Dimitri Carrying Me In His Arms Was Imagining Him Shirtless While Carrying Me In His Arms.

She Heard Adrian Say To Christian, ʺyou Know, Your Shirtʹs Kind Of Grungy-looking. Seems Like You Could Put In A Little More Effort Since Youʹre Dating A Princess.ʺ

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?