Sydney Blake személy
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Anyone who watches how passionately this guy plays would crush on his talent. The way he keeps his eyes closed the entire time, focusing intently on every stroke against every guitar string. I like it best when he sits cross-legged with the guitar upright between his legs. He pulls it against his chest and plays it like a stand-up bass, keeping his eyes closed the whole time.
Punching someone hurts a lot worse than I imagined it would. Not that I spend an excessive amount of time imagining how it would feel to punch people.
She picks up the pen and begins writing. They’re just words, Ridge.
I reply, They’re your words, Sydney. Words that came from you.
Having her so close feels as though we’ve created our own personal space, and nothing from outside our world can make its way in, and nothing from inside our world can make its way out.
People can't control matters of the heart
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However, I also know that my soul is compatible with Sydney's, but it"s also so much more than that. Our souls aren't just compatible – they're perfectly attuned. I feel everything she feels. I understand things she never even has to say. I know that what she needs is exactly what I could give her, and what she's wishing she could give me is something I never even knew I needed.
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As many times as I've seen this happen in movies and read about it in books, I've never actually been picked up and carried by a man before. I think I'm in love with it. Being carried into a bedroom by Ridge is quite possibly my new favorite thing out of any and all things.
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