I Think He's Jealous.

He Bent Down To Her; Their Mouths Met Again, And The Shock Of Sensation Was So Strong, So Overpowering, That She Shut Her Eyes Against It As If She Could Hide In The Darkness. He Murmured And Gathered Her Against Him.

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

There's Always The Dinner Rolls," Said Will, Pointing To A Covered Basket. "though I Warn You, They're As Hard As Stones. You Could Use Them To Kill Black Beetles, If Any Beetles Bother You In The Middle Of The Night.

You Could Have Had Anything Else In The World, And You Asked For Me." She Smiled Up At Him. Filthy As He Was, Covered In Blood And Dirt, He Was The Most Beautiful Thing She'd Ever Seen. "but I Don't Want Anything Else In The World.

'will,' She Whispered Against His Mouth. She Wanted Him Closer To Her So Badly, It Was Like An Ache, A Painful Hot Ache That Spread From Her Stomach To Speed Her Heart And Knot Her Hands In His Hair And Set Her Skin Burning. 'will, You Need Not Be So Careful. I Will Not Break.'