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Sekrety antykwariusza: Czy w raju pachnie kurzem?

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“Świat ośmiesza namiętności, które są mu mało znane. Jego obrazy i zainteresowania rozpraszają uwagę, psują smak i serce, a miłość nie może istnieć w sercu, które zatraciło godność niewinności. Cnota i smak są prawie tym samym, bo cnota to niewiele więcej niż aktywny smak, i na prawdziwą miłość składają się najdelikatniejsze afekty jednego i drugiego. Jakże więc mamy szukać miłości w wielkich miastach, gdzie miejsce czułości, prostoty i prawdy zajmują samolubstwo, rozpusta i nieszczerość?”

“God is herenow. All that you see is God. God is not something beyond; God is something within. Or, if you like paradoxes, you can call God the within beyond or the beyond within. But God is intrinsic, God is the innermost core of existence. Unless you start in the right direction, you will go on missing. Never believe in a God who is separate from His creatures and the creation. He is not, He cannot be. He is one with it: He is in it, He is it. Once this is understood, you start flowing; your whole life becomes a prayer.”

“When you read this anointed and solid heart healing book, you will be very happy because you will feel the presence of the Holy Spirit of a Sovereign God touching your heart where it hurts and bring healing and strength as you read.”

“So, um...I don't really know what to say right now." I let out an embarrassed laugh. The expression on Max's face melts from flustered to amused. And then he stands up, steps closer to me, cups his hand over my cheek, and presses a feathery kiss to my lips. "I don't either, honestly," he says. "That was kind of..." "Unexpected." He nods once. "And fucking amazing." "And hot." "Definitely hot." I nuzzle into his hand slightly, which earns me a sexy smile. "Can I still come in for my coffee order tomorrow?" he asks. "Of course." "And maybe after you close down the bakery you can stop by and we can get up to more fucking amazing and hot stuff?" I'm full-on beaming. This definitely isn't what I had in mind when I was psyching myself out to ask Max out on a date, it's a million times better. And I'm down to see where it goes. "I'd really, really like that." I start to turn to leave, but then Max grabs me gently by the hand, pulls me back to him, then levels me with a kiss so hot, my panties are soaked all the way through. I stay standing in that spot, my head spinning, as I struggle to find my bearings. "See you tomorrow, Joelle.”

“Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he muttered, giving a shake of his head. Yeah, like that would clear it. "We should go upstairs---" "No. Picnic first," he muttered, knowing he'd regret this for the next few hours when he sat through the torturous process of putting food into her mouth while battling a distinct case of blue balls. "You deserve to be treated right." Confusion clouded her eyes. "I want you, Manny. I don't need all the fancy trappings." "This isn't a fancy date, it's low-key, and I want to spend some quality time with you." The confusion cleared, replaced by amusement. "You sure you're not a woman trapped in a man's body?" "Come on," he said, grabbing her hand. "Besides, the faster we eat, the faster you get to discover that my body is definitely all man." She fell into step without having to be asked again.”

“My chest heaves up and down as I spit the words out when I feel my pointer finger jab against something very hot and solid. And that's when I realize I'm poking Max's chest with my finger. God, wow... that's... that's some firm bare flesh right there. I remember just how exquisite his skin felt under my touch the one time we made out. But touching him like this, when our emotions are running high and his skin is hot and wet, it's a completely different sensory experience. A second later I remember that I'm only wearing a sports bra. My cleavage and my stomach are on full display, mere inches from Max's body. And that's when I notice that glazed-over look in his eyes... and where exactly he's looking. It's not at my face. It's at my chest. My boobs specifically. I step back and cross my arms over my torso. My cheeks heat and I start to turn away instinctively. And then I see Max's hands fly to the waistband of his jeans. His fingers fumble and for a moment, I wonder what the hell he's so panicked about. But then I see it. The bulge at the front of his jeans. Max is turned on at the sight of me, sweaty and in a sports bra. A whole new feeling consumes me. It feels a lot like satisfaction. Maybe a tad smug too. I can't help it. Max Boyson is turned on by me again, but this time I barely even touched him.”