“You don’t like me, do you?’ he asked. ‘And yet, you liked it when I held your hand.’ I stood there, burning with humiliation. He smiled. A spark of interest illuminated his eyes. ‘I find that so intriguing.’ ‘I didn’t like it,’ I said, when I finally found my voice. ‘I hated it.’ Marko smiled. ‘Shall we try it again, then, just to be sure?” MirandaMarkoCaptivate Book:Captivate Source: Captivate
“Marko pressed the creased paper flat against the note stand, rested the pads of his fingers lightly over the top of the keys and began to play. I watched him at first, my eyes drinking in the gorgeous sight that was Marko lost inside his head, but then the music—at first soft, like drops of dew, then rippling and rolling like a shower of rain—swept me away.” MusicMirandaMarkoCaptivate Book:Captivate Source: Captivate