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I didn’t choose the wench life. The wench life chose me.
Gaston crossed with Captain America, with a generic yet mesmerizing handsomeness.
Thank God, another adult. More adultier than me, even.
the other greeting we’ll be using a lot at Faire is ‘well met,’ which can be a simple ‘nice to meet you,’ but it can also mean you’re particularly pleased to see that particular person at that particular time.
But your name is your identity. Names are important. Names have power. Names are one of the things that tells you
who you are.”
I hadn’t thought about those classes in years. Or Shakespeare. Or poor Edward de Vere. I didn’t realize until just now how much I missed the intellectual side of myself. It was nice to see her again.
The month of September may as well have been a sign that said Here Be Dragons.
damn. I should look into wearing these all the time. Well, maybe not all the time. Breathing once in a while would be nice.
sun and the trees had a calming effect.
that irritated me even more. Simon was a vicious circle of annoyance.
Beneath the dates was one final line. Bring me that horizon . . . My lips quirked up. I’d seen the Pirates of the Caribbean movies more than once. I recognized the line, spoken by Captain Jack Sparrow at the end of the first film before embarking on an
unknown voyage.
Sean loved the attention; he soaked it up like sunshine. And that boy could sell a cheeseburger to a vegan.
I contemplated a wish.
And someday, I wanted someone who would
love me. Not for what I could do for them, but for who I was to them. Seemed like a lot to wish for at once, but it was my birthday. Bir...
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Boots first, then corset—that was the most basic costuming rule for a Renaissance faire player.
The only other time I’d seen him smile—like, a full-on, with-teeth-and-everything smile—had been an accident too. Those smiles were never meant for me.
I’d held hands with my share of guys over the years; this certainly wasn’t a new experience. But this was the first time I’d felt this: a sense of peace. Of protectiveness. The sense that this was the guy, and he was going to take care of me.
“Groom and Bride,”
“Will you honor and respect one another and seek to never break that honor?”
“Will you share each other’s pain, and seek to ease it?”
“Will you share the burdens of each, so your spirits may grow in this union?”
“Bride and Groom, as your hands are bound together now”—the
“so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust.”
“Above you are the stars and below you is the earth.”
“Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow.”
woefully inadequate one. A single-cup coffeemaker for a party of ten.
“Well, love. I’d be fighting for you.” His mouth was so, so close to mine, and his voice was low, almost gravelly, like he was telling me a reluctant secret. “That would be a fight worth winning.”
was a firm believer in asking forgiveness instead of permission.
He kissed me like he had something to prove.
I could never get over how many colors were in his eyes. From a distance, they looked like a plain brown, almost dull, but up close they were a riot of color. He was my very own pointillist painting.
“Courted. Swept off your feet. Had someone show you how you make him feel.”
“Then brace yourself.” He straightened up and backed away from me a step or two. “I’m going to woo your ass off.”
Red roses were kind of cliché, but they were cliché for a reason. Red was the color of love. Of passion. Of the heart. The heady fragrance of the flower enveloped me as I started my day, and it certainly ensured
that Simon—or was it Captain Blackthorne now?—stayed in my thoughts.
“Why do you want to see happy couples? I’m still in the ice cream and brownies and booze phase of my breakup,
He looked at me as though I were the only thing that mattered.
“Be quiet, Kilty.”
His hand closed around mine, and we both let out a small sigh of relief. I remembered the first time we’d done this, how I’d felt a sense of peace.
“As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust. Above you are the stars and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow.” I couldn’t think of a better way to start a relationship.
his mouth tasted like home.
