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There was something about Priest that made him feel alive, when all he’d felt for months now was dead inside.
it’s never a bad thing to open my eyes and see you, mon amour.”
It’s true what they say: Love makes you do stupid, crazy things. Or, in my case, break a few laws.
“There’s no way he ever looked at you other than the way he does now.” “And how does Priest look at me, princesse?” “Like you’re everything he needs to survive another day.”
“Ma place est juste là, auprès de toi.” My place is right here with you.
Sometimes the best memories made are the ones you don’t even realize you’re making.
“I like the table,” Priest said. “The idea of it. That at the end of the day you come together with those you care about to share a meal and share your successes or failures. It’s the time you connect and either enjoy one another’s good fortune or help one another through the bad. It’s a safe place. And if we’re in the same house at the same time for a meal, we will always make an effort to sit down together without interruption.”
Half my heart and half my soul will always be you,
“’Some books are so familiar, reading them is like being home again.’”
“Mon Dieu, princesse. You look like an invitation to sin,”
It was everything a first kiss shouldn’t be. Yet it shocked me straight to my heart and reminded me that I’m alive.
“I did it,” Julien said when he raised his head, and Priest was close enough to see the darker ring of jade around Julien’s irises—they were extraordinary, but then again, so was his entire face. “You did what?” “I found something I liked better than me right now,” he said, reminding Priest of the last conversation they’d had. “And what’s that?” Priest said, and felt his heart almost stop when Julien
touched his fingers to his lips and said, “You.”
He was so incredibly beautiful, this man lying in his arms. So incredibly beautiful and so unbelievably broken.
“‘I will be homesick for you, even in heaven,’”
Priest traced his thumb over Robbie’s lips, memorizing their shape and texture, and then he leaned in and kissed them. “Somewhere in these past few months, I lost my mind over you, Robert Bianchi. It’s only now that my heart’s beginning to catch up.”
I used to be scared of storms. Until I realized with a storm you have warning. Now it’s the calm I fear.
