The Passion

You love her, don't you?' [Rob] said to Gabriel. Gabriel finall seemed able to break their locked stare. He looked away, at the carpet. His face was bleak. Yes' he said More than anything,' Rob persisted. 'You'd crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.' Yes, damn you,' Gabriel said. 'Happy now?

Kaitlyn is that kind of girl that might be too interesting, might tempt you to get involved... A girl who challenged him, who could be my equal... Her mind was a place of blue pools and blazing meteors... She stood slim and proud as some medival witch princess against dawn." -Gabriel

More than anything." Rob persisted. "You'd crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.

Gabriel came out a moment later, while Kaitlyn was still standing motionless by the stairs. He was shrugging into his T-shirt. He looked particularly handsome in a just-roused, early morning way. His hair was very wavy, as if someone had run fingers through it to release the curl, his eyes were hooded and lazy and there was a faint smile of satisfaction on his lips. Kaitlyn discovered that she wanted to kill him. The image that came to her mind was of hitting him with a rolling pin, but not in an amusing, comic-book sort of way.

She stood slim and proud as some medieval witch princess against dawn.

The love she felt for Rob now was a burning tenderness, a knowledge that he was the one who'd taught he it was POSSIBLE to love, who had melted the ice of her heart. it was strong and gentile and steady, full of admiration and the intimacy of shared likes and dislikes. it was golden and warm like a summer afternoon.