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Conclave

Book by Penelope Douglas · 19 quotes · Damon Torrance, Winter Ashby, Inspirational Quotes

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“Lomeli si svegliò con una sensazione di catastrofe incombente in un angolo remoto della sua testa, come se tutte le sue ansie fossero attorcigliate su se stesse, pronte a saltargli addosso nell'attimo in cui fosse stato completamente sveglio. Andò in bagno e cercò di scacciarle con un'altra doccia bollente. Ma quando si mise davanti allo specchio per radersi erano ancora lì, in agguato, alle sue spalle.”

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“Michael holds my face, kissing my cheek, jaw, and neck. “Do you trust me?” he asks. I… I nod. “Then why would you ever think the idea of children with any other woman wouldn’t make me sick?” he whispers, and I can hear the pain in his voice. “We will have kids. If you want them. But I will never not have you.” He shakes me. “Do you understand?” A sob lodges in my throat. “Do you understand?” he growls again. “A world where there is no us can’t happen.”

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“I would’ve kept my word,” he goes on. “Just kissing you and holding you, and that would’ve been enough then, because just the feel of you drove me out of my mind.” His breath is hot on my skin, and I hear the desire in his voice. “l would’ve sat you down on the counter in my parents’ dark kitchen that night, standing between your legs as I ate you up, because at any moment we could’ve been caught, and I wanted to get us into trouble. I wanted them to try to keep me from you the way they always did, only this time I wouldn’t have listened.”

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“What does he look like?” Winter whispered up at me, her voice raspy. I smoothed my hand over both their heads. “Like next year he’ll be running around in the fountains with us,” I told her. “He’s perfect, baby. Black hair, a little pissed off…” She snorted, and I thought about what he’d look like in a year when he was walking and running and laughing and playing. I wanted the noise. I wanted it all over the house. I wanted it filling our lives from here on out.”

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“Why is she crying?” I barked at the doctor. “Because it fucking hurts!” she yelped, answering for him. “Well, give her something!” “It’s too late for that now,” he mumbled through his mask and then peered over Winter’s legs. “Plus, you wanted natural childbirth, right?” “What the fuck for?” I burst out, looking down at her like she had three heads. “We didn’t talk about that.”

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“He’s perfect, you know?” I scaled my hands down her back. “You did an amazing job. I just hope he has more you than me in him.” She nodded, agreeing, and I gave her a swat on the ass. She laughed. “So what are we naming him, then?” she asked. “We didn’t decide?” “Not that I remember.” I closed my eyes, shaking my head. God, I had no idea. Nothing old, please. And nothing biblical. Oh, and nothing unisex. Like Peyton, Leighton, or Drayton.”

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