Write, drink and be merry!

¿Llegará el día en que sea capaz de sacármela de la cabeza? Incluso ahora que la situación en los dominios se complica, que Matheo se puso en contacto con nosotros para darnos más malas noticias, y que siento que cómo el espíritu de Arématis va cobrando fuerza, sigo sin poder eliminar a Nessa de mis pasamientos.

Ah, well.” He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration.
With a nod and a respectful, “Ma’am,” he left her in the middle of the room.
Feeling like she’d been hit by a tank.

She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn't care. She didn't want him to ever let go.

Here's the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett - although, considering what you're marrying into, I'm not certain that's much of an incentive."

Dallas to Amy

Okay,” he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away.
Deep breath. Another. "Okay. Just...um. Okay. Christ. Christ, Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.