"For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair.
"I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it."
With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty.
Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark.
He never slept first.." - Ceremony In Death
That seriously makes my insides go mushy, I covet him! i covet him with the firey passion of a million suns!he's spoken for by yours truly *grins*
And to wait more for my darn book,
so i can have a Roarke fix, laugh at Summerset,
nick a sugar Almond from Feeney
and wonder who IS the candy thief? [ i have money on Peabody!]