“Alex was right in front of the mantel now, bent forward, his nose mere inches from a picture of me. "Oh,God. Don't look at that!" It was from the year-end recital of my one and only year of ballet class.… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Are his letters to Diana downstairs?" She sighed. "What is it about girls and letters? My husband left me messages in soap on the bathroom mirror. Utterly impermanent.Really wonderful-" She broke off and scowled. I would have thought she looked… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“You know when I said I didn't need you?" I asked. He lifted one brow. "I was so wrong.I can't find words to express quite how wrong I was." "Try." "Dramatically wrong," I said. "Terribly." "Please." "Okay,terrifically. Horrifically. Catastrophically." I gave him my best meek smile. "Forgivably?" He rolled his eyes. "I should have bought you a thesaurus for Christmas."… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share
“Whatever you want," he said. "Will you please come here now?" I slipped a piece of protective tissue over my drawing and flipped the book closed. A piece of blue scratch paper slid out, the line I'd copied from Edward;s poetry book. "Hey. Translate for me, Monsieur Bainbridge." I set the sketchbook on my stool and joined him on the… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share
“When Sebastian, cearly delighted to be treated like one of the guys, didn't move, Alex bared his teeth. " Depeche-toi! " Sebastian depeched. Alex turned back, all Cheshire cat smile. "No," I said. "No what?" "No,you are not going to teach me all the cool words so I can go to Chamonix and be conversational." "Good." He leaned in so… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share
“I ripped the sketch from the wall. "Liar." Edward looked more ravaged than usual. "That is a terrible word, coming from you." "Yup." "And… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I noticed that she left her office door open, too.So she could keep an eye on me, no doubt, in case I decided to grab the andirons and make a run for it. I stood for a minute, taking it all in. Not what I'd expected at all. And Edward hadn't been any help: "Heavens, how should I know what's… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share
“There was no doorman outside Harrison Kinuye's house, just a Phillite senior leaning into a huge stone urn. He extricated himself as I reached the door. "Hey," he greeted me, sending out plumes of condensed breath and beer fumes. "Thought I was gonna heave." "Okay," I said. Apparently,that satisfied them, because he opened the front door for me with a… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share
“I never thought I would see you armed." I was trying for levity. It worked like a lead balloon.” — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Love is one of two things worth dying for. I have yet to decide on the second.” — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“Okay,three things,and one of them has to be in French." I was back in the weird squashy chair; Alex was flopped on the bed.This… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“That's the thing about Willing: There's always someone happy to let you know exactly what your place is.” — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“I think he painted the way he did," I answered, "because he had something perfect with Diana." I braced myself for her next scathing… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
“None were particularly interesting, although I got a kick out of a note from the Philadelphia Zoo suggesting that since the tiger was not… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
