Quotes Tagged "romance-series"

Angel clicked on a few more pictures on the screen, and Alex made small talk about the place. Then he finally walked away. He stopped just before walking out. “Did Valerie say anything else to Sarah?” Angel glanced back at him. “About what?” “You know about that guy she’s seeing.” Angel turned his attention back to the computer. “No, not really.” Alex frowned. He wasn’t one of those guys, so he wasn’t about to keep asking. If Angel knew anything, he’d tell him. He’d just have to wait until the rehearsal dinner. He started back out when Angel spoke up. “I’m not sure, because she didn’t actually tell me, but I overheard Sarah on the phone last night. It sounded like Valerie was telling her about him.” “Yeah, what did you hear?” Angel looked up trying to remember. Something seemed to come to him but he hesitated. “I don’t think you wanna hear it, Alex. I know I wouldn’t.” Alex squeezed the doorway with his hand. What the hell could he have heard? “Tell me.” Angel shook his head and looked back at the monitor. “Only reason I caught my attentions was because I overheard Sarah ask her something about wearing lingerie.” Alex felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and his gut tightened. He banged his fist against the doorway. He didn’t need to hear any more. Angel had been right that’s the last thing he needed right now. He charged back out of the office, infuriated with himself. Why the fuck had he asked?

When you were dealing with a person separated from everybody by an invisible thick glass wall - like a bubble where he didn't let anybody in - every little thing mattered.

Her entire previous life had left her absolutely unprepared for this day. Or rather for this morning.

Two months and then he'll find another toy? Nellie was right. What is going to happen to me after?

Arina had no idea what she wanted except that she wanted to be with him.

He was sure: no one had ever caused her to feel that before. It felt like playing with fire.

You ran away from me and I'm not used to people running away from me.

He wanted Arina This thought filled her body with happiness. She was crazy!

Looking at him felt like a torment. Her heart was beating faster with every second, trying to jump out of her chest. Fear and desire, before unknown, were coming over her like strong, powerful waves, breaking somewhere below her waist.

He didn't like personal questions. But, to be fair, he never really asked them either.

The only thing remaining was to hang Arina in the Louvre like the Mona Lisa and forget that she was alive.

He studied her tastes and reactions - in food, sex, or music - as if he were drawing a map of the continent that he had just discovered.

He was a true danger incarnate. He was one of those men that the mothers advised their daughters to stay away from.

What was she - a fool?! It was obvious that men like Maxim Korshun would always be separated from girls like Arina with a silk ribbon. Their place was on the red carpet. Arina's place was at her vet clinic, with her cats.

He seemed to be playing hide and seek with himself. It was impossible to understand what he wanted, why he ran after her there, in the street.

I've already let you go twice. I'm not going to do it the third time. You know that, right?