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Alma de mi vida.

1. If not later, when

I was going for the devious smile that would suddenly light up his face each time he'd read my mind, when all I really wanted was skin, just skin. ----此处忍不住笑出声。

We were—and he must have recognized the signs long before I did—flirting.


if you can't say "yes," don't say“no,”say“later.”Is this why people say“maybe” when they mean“yes,”but hope you'll think it's“no”when all they really mean is ,Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that? 


Staring at his neck with its star and telltale amulet was like staring at something timeless, ancestral, immortal in me, in him, in both of us, begging to be rekindled and brought back from its millenary sleep.


Only once during his very first few days did I get a sense that this willful but accommodating, laid-back, water-over-my-back, unflappable, unfazed twentyfour-year-old who was so heedlessly okay with so many things in life was, in fact, a thoroughly alert, cold, sagacious judge of character and situations.

到底是黛玉进贾府不肯多说一句话,不肯多行一步路,还是罕言寡语人谓装愚, 随分从时自云守拙捏?

“Well, I'm not sure I agree at all. I find him arrogant, dull, flat-footed, and coarse. He uses humor and a lot of voice”


How could anyone intuit the manner of someone's thinking unless he himself was already familiar with this same mode of thinking? How could he perceive so many devious turns in others unless he had practiced them himself?


I'd been rehearsing for days now, Please, don't hurt me, which meant, Hurt me all you want.


It would have to come from him first.Then possibly from me. 


Love, which exempts no one who's loved from loving.