Tuesday, February 19, 2008
♥ love
yeay! another book adds up to my 'way of journey' list again!
oh well it's another chick-lit book, but at least I READ right?
I know some who gave me looks when they realised WEILING READ BOOKS.
aha.. anyway i decided to type out an excerpt of the book cos I thought that was the one of the essence of the whole story! Read on! (It's a tad long but i bet it's worth your time! p.s I cut away the less important parts)
'So?' he said.
'What?'
'Are you secretly married?'
'Of course I'm not.'
'Do you have a boyfriend?'
'No.'
'Do you want to have one?' He smiled.
...................
'Wait,' he said. He grabbed my hand. 'You don't need a cab. Jane, this is ridiculous. I'm not letting another evening end with you jumping into the taxi like you're afraid you're going to turn into a pumpkin if you stay a second longer. Or if I kiss you.'
..................
'What did you just say?' I had to ask.
He didn't repeat himself. He just did it. Cavanagh didn't have to pull hard to bring me towards him. I was like a yo-yo rewinding into his hand. And then he wrapped his arms right around me so that I was pressed against his chest and my face had nowhere to be but directly in front of his. Nose to nose.
Oh, God.
I closed my eyes.
And it happened.
................
Cavanagh's kiss totally took me by surprise.
................
in the few seconds between the moment I realized what he was intending to do and the moment his lips first brushed against mine, I had reacted in such a dizzy manner
................
when he took my hand, I found my heart speeding up to the point where I could hear my pulse inside my head and thought I might faint if he didn't do the deed before the pressure blew the top of my head off
................
and it was such a gentlemanly kiss. He didn't force his tongue into my mouth and yet there was still enough passion behind it to disturb the flock of butterflies that hadn't moved from the bottom of my stomach for a very long time. It was soft and tender and yet so full of intent. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I had just discovered that a kiss could say even more
................
When we finally pulled apart, Cavanagh was gazing at me with a look I would have captioned 'love' had I seen it photographed in a magazine. I gazed back.
Chris Manby, "The Matchbreaker", Chapter 49, pp.288-291
Awww... isn't it sweet?
I think every lady likes this kind of romance, and a soft voice must be whispering to her ears that fantasy may one day turn into reality... And that's perhaps one of the reason I love chick-lit romance books/movies..
Yes there will be times when the cynical side of me adds negative thoughts into my mind.
I wouldn't care less.
Love should be as simple as it is.
Every kiss is a first kiss (at least for that day!)
And the gaze should be as enchanting.
:)
oh well it's another chick-lit book, but at least I READ right?
I know some who gave me looks when they realised WEILING READ BOOKS.
aha.. anyway i decided to type out an excerpt of the book cos I thought that was the one of the essence of the whole story! Read on! (It's a tad long but i bet it's worth your time! p.s I cut away the less important parts)
'So?' he said.
'What?'
'Are you secretly married?'
'Of course I'm not.'
'Do you have a boyfriend?'
'No.'
'Do you want to have one?' He smiled.
...................
'Wait,' he said. He grabbed my hand. 'You don't need a cab. Jane, this is ridiculous. I'm not letting another evening end with you jumping into the taxi like you're afraid you're going to turn into a pumpkin if you stay a second longer. Or if I kiss you.'
..................
'What did you just say?' I had to ask.
He didn't repeat himself. He just did it. Cavanagh didn't have to pull hard to bring me towards him. I was like a yo-yo rewinding into his hand. And then he wrapped his arms right around me so that I was pressed against his chest and my face had nowhere to be but directly in front of his. Nose to nose.
Oh, God.
I closed my eyes.
And it happened.
................
Cavanagh's kiss totally took me by surprise.
................
in the few seconds between the moment I realized what he was intending to do and the moment his lips first brushed against mine, I had reacted in such a dizzy manner
................
when he took my hand, I found my heart speeding up to the point where I could hear my pulse inside my head and thought I might faint if he didn't do the deed before the pressure blew the top of my head off
................
and it was such a gentlemanly kiss. He didn't force his tongue into my mouth and yet there was still enough passion behind it to disturb the flock of butterflies that hadn't moved from the bottom of my stomach for a very long time. It was soft and tender and yet so full of intent. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I had just discovered that a kiss could say even more
................
When we finally pulled apart, Cavanagh was gazing at me with a look I would have captioned 'love' had I seen it photographed in a magazine. I gazed back.
Chris Manby, "The Matchbreaker", Chapter 49, pp.288-291
Awww... isn't it sweet?
I think every lady likes this kind of romance, and a soft voice must be whispering to her ears that fantasy may one day turn into reality... And that's perhaps one of the reason I love chick-lit romance books/movies..
Yes there will be times when the cynical side of me adds negative thoughts into my mind.
I wouldn't care less.
Love should be as simple as it is.
Every kiss is a first kiss (at least for that day!)
And the gaze should be as enchanting.
:)
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