adrian-ivashkov

My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?""The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.

It doesn__ matter,_ said Adrian, smiling. He rested a hand on my shoulder. __ome things are worth the trouble.

I know I__ not supposed to say this,_ he said. __ut I think I love you more than ever.__ took his hand and tried not to think about how happy his words made me.

Do you know what I see in you now? The usual aura. A steady golden yellow, healthy and strong, with spikes of purple here and there. But when I do this. . . .__e rested a hand on my hip, and my whole body tensed up. That hand moved around my hip, slipping under my shirt to rest on the small of my back. My skin burned where he touched me, and the places that were untouched longed for that

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.___lready crazy about you, Sage.

Wow,_ said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. __his is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?___ have no words,_ I said honestly.He patted the spot beside him. __ant to try it out?

You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day."I jumped up.