Okay, But If You Try To Get

Seth Laughed When He Saw Me. “hey,” I Said, Poking Him With My Foot, “be Nice.” “i Think This Is The First Time I’ve Ever Seen You Look Anything Less Than…” He Paused, Playing With Word Choice. “well-planned.” “why, You Silver-tongued Romantic Devil. That Is The Look I Usually Go For. Other Women Go For Sexy Or Chic Or Beautiful. But Me? Well-planned All The Way.” “you Know What I Mean. Besides, Unplanned Isn’t A Bad Look For You. Not Bad At All.” His Voice Sounded Deliciously Low And Dangerous, And Something Ignited Between Us As We Held Each Other’s Eyes.

My God, Sage. Your Eyes. How Have I Never Noticed Them?" That Uncomfortable Feeling Was Spreading Over Me Again. "what About Them?" "the Color," He Breathed. "when You Stand In The Light. They're Amazing... Like Molten Gold. I Could Paint Those..." He Reached Toward Me But Then Pulled Back. "they're Beautiful. You're Beautiful.

Sage," He Said. "what Are You Wearing?" I Sighed And Stared Down At The Dress. "i Know. It's Red. Don't Start. I'm Tired Of Hearing About It." "funny," He Said. "i Don't Think I Could Ever Get Tired Of Looking At It.

If You'd Teach Me To Swear In Russian, I Might Have A New Appreciation For It

Not At All. I'm Saying There's A Fire In You That Drives Everything You Do, That Makes You Need To Better The World And Those You Love. To Stand Up For Those You Can't. It's One Of The Wonderful Things About You.'' ''only One, Huh?'' I Spoke Lightly, But His Words Had Thrilled Me. He'd Meant What He Said About Thinking Those Were Wonderful Traits, And Feeling His Pride In Me Meant More Than Anything Just Then.