"He turned then...
...with a mocking smile, and I stifled a gasp. His white shirt was sleeveless, and he wore it unbuttoned, so that the smooth white skin of his throat flowed uninterrupted over the marble contours of his chest, his perfect musculature no longer merely hinted at behind concealing clothes. He was too perfect, I realized with a piercing stab of despair. There was no way this godlike creature could be meant for me."
~Stephenie Meyer~
*Israel*
Vet inte om man kan upprepa det nog många gånger, men jag tror Stephenie läste mina tankar under mina somrar på Mallis, och tog sen med det i sina böcker... Man kanske skulle skriva en bok ändå? :o)
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