It's Not My Fault So Much As

He Shook His Head In Mock Sympathy. "i Tell You, Sage. Sometimes I Think I Am The One Who Needs To Take Out The Restraining Order On You.

You Were Totally Unprepared For Her.” “that's For Damned Sure.

He Shouldn't Have Said That," Repeated Adrian, Eerily Serious. He Leaned His Face Toward Mine. "i Don't Care If He's Not The Emotional Type Or The Complimentary Type Or What. No One Can Look At You In This Dress, In All That Fire And Gold, And Start Talking About Anachronisms. If I Were Him, I Would Have Said, 'you Are The Most Beautiful Creature I Have Ever Seen Walking This Earth.

His Fingertips Slid Down From My Face, Lightly Stroking The Line Of My Neck, Down Toward My Shoulder. Everywhere He Touched, A Trail Of Goose Bumps Appeared. How Did He Keep Doing This To Me? Marcus—who Made Every Girl In The World Swoon—had Zero Effect On Me. But One Whisper Of A Touch From Adrian Completely Undid Me.

He Was Almost Naked Too, But I Hadn't Quite Gotten To His Boxers Yet. (they Were Silk Because, Honestly What Else Would Adrian Wear?)