- Quelle version d’Orgueil et préjugés te tente, ce soir ?
- Peut-être que je suis d’humeur pour un film d’horreur, tu sais...
- La romance, ce n’est pas une sous-catégorie de l’horreur ?
Je prends un moment pour deviner sa pointure.
La seule conclusion à laquelle je parviens c’est qu’en plus d’être émoustillé, je suis terriblement immature.
Un jour tu seras peut-être prêt à montrer qui tu es vraiment au reste du monde plutôt que de te dissimuler derrière ton masque d’indifférence. La vie est trop courte pour se cacher parce qu’on craint d’être blessé.
– Tu es toujours aussi optimiste ?
– Oui. Pourquoi je ne le serais pas ?
– Parce que la vie n’est pas toujours rose.
– Bien sûr que non. Mais comment apprécier le soleil chaque matin si on n’a aucune expérience de l’obscurité ?
I want her to know i'm the only one who can fuck her like this, make her feel like this. I want to ruin her for any man who dares to try to come after me.
Her soft and breathy laugh makes the tripod shake, and damn if it isn't the best sound I'll hear all day. What other noises can I get her to do between the two of us ?
'[…] Do you like wildflowers?'
'There’s something beautiful about chaos.'
'They remind me of you.' The words escape my mouth before I can stop them.
Where the fuck did that come from?
Her cheeks flush. 'Some people would be offended about being compared to a bunch of weeds.'
'I have a feeling you don’t fall in the same category as those people.'
'Why?' A hint of a smile crosses her lips.
'Because those who see beauty in chaos also see flowers instead of weeds, and that’s a gift in a world like ours.'
"Stop fighting and give me ten minutes."
"You don’t deserve ten seconds, let alone ten minutes of my time."
"How about ten words then?"
I laugh. "I’d like to see you try."
"l am falling in love with you, Iris Elizabeth Kane."
Our marriage might be fake, but these feelings burning inside me are anything but. It's only a matter of time before I make her mine. She just doesn't know it yet.