"You're lovely."
"Roark, I...I'll still want to destroy you."
"Do you think I would want you if you didn't?"
"Roark..."
"You want to hear that again? Part of it? I want you, Dominique. I want you. I want you."
"I..." She stopped, the word on which she stopped almost audible on her breath.
"No," he said. "Not yet. You won't say that yet. Go to sleep."
"Here? With you?"
"Here. With me. I'll fix breakfast for you in the morning. Did you know that I fix my own breakfast? You'll like seeing that. Like the work in the quarry. Then you'll go home and think about destroying me. Good night, Dominique."
you've lost it
i have to admit, i read the comment before the post, and i have to say Helen gets the badge for blogging brevity. long live the wife!
roll over the so-called 'wife's' link...
it's not MY wife.
JENNIE: when on MY blog, please clarify whose wife you are!
thank you! good night!
xox,
DN
oh damn, i could totally hear Helen's voice saying that. oh well, still a great comment.
It was me - Jennie put her bleedin email in by mistake - daft tart
hi, wife!
have you been delegating your blog posting duties?
well done!
only you need to pick someone who understands that the devil's in the details...