I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
What...what about when I'm married?†“We'll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.
St. Clair clears his throat. 'My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I'd ask you all to join us, but I don't want you there.
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
It's become impossible to deny he means something to me.
I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It's so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn't have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons.
The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Closed. Plenty of time to see it later, remember?" He leads me into the courtyard, and I take the opportunity to admire his backside. Callipygian. There is something better than Notre-Dame.
The only French word I know is oui, which means “yes,†and only recently did I learn it’s spelled o-​u-​i and not w-​e-​e.
Soap?" "School of America in Paris" he explains. "SOAP". Nice. My father sent me here to be cleansed.