Itʹs Not Just The Dress Or The

I've Heard A Lot About You, Rose. Don't Worry. It Was All Good." "no, It Wasn't.

Come On! Don't Hold Back," Christian Said. "i'm Not, " Lissa Protested. "you Are Too! I've Seen You Knock On A Door Harder Than You're Hitting Me. " "that's A Ridiculous Metaphor. " "and, " He Added, "you Aren't Aiming For My Face. " "i Don't Want To Leave A Mark!" "well, At The Rate We're Going, There's No Danger Of That, " He Muttered

Ever Since Dimitri Came Back...no, Scratch That. Ever Since You Became Obsessed With Changing Him, You've Been Torn Over Me. No Matter What's Happened Between Us, You've Never Really Given Yourself Over To Our Relationship. I Wanted To Believe What You Told Me. I Thought You Were Ready...but You Weren't.

"jerks," I Muttered. Then I Brightened. "oh, Hey. Doughnuts."

What?" I Asked Uneasily. "why Are You Looking At Me Like That?" He Shook His Head, The Smile Rueful Now. "because Sometimes, A Person Can Get So Caught Up In The Details That They Miss The Whole. It's Not Just The Dress Or The Hair. It's You. You're Beautiful. So Beautiful, It Hurts Me.