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21 " I have a lot of boo-boos, cowboy." " Maybe I should kiss them." He leaned forward, brushed his lips against her forehead, just above the stitches over her eyebrow.She held up her arm where there was an abrasion. " Hurts here too." He kissed the spot." And here." She pointed to her mouth.He kissed her with a pressure as light as the brush of a butterfly's wing.She thought of a hundred places on her body she wanted him to kiss. " I hurt all over. "
22 " My recommendation is to keep up the good work. I’m changing your title to senior executive assistant, and giving you a three percent raise effective next payday. Congratulations.”Wow, three percent. I could move up that early retirement plan to age seventy-five now, instead of eighty. Lucky me.Thank you,” I said. “That’s very generous.”You’re quite welcome.” Ms. Saunders nodded and grabbed a gold-plated letter opener to begin attacking her stack of mail.I turned to leave. Didn’t want to outstay my welcome.Damn it!” she exclaimed, and I turned back around. She winced and nodded at the letter opener that she’d dropped to her desktop. “Damn thing slipped. I’m probably going to need stitches now. Can you be a dear and fetch the first-aid kit for me?”She held her left index finger and frowned at the steady flow of blood oozing out. A few small drops of red splashed onto the other letters spread out on the desk.I felt woozy. And suddenly dizzy.I blinked.When I opened my eyes, I was no longer standing by the door about to leave. I was crouched down next to Ms. Saunders’s imported black leather chair, grasping her wrist tightly…… and sucking noisily on her fingertip.I shrieked and let go of her, staggering backward. I grabbed at her desk to keep from falling, but I dropped on my butt, anyhow, taking most of the contents of the top of her desk with me.She held her injured finger far away from her and stared at me, wide-eyed, with a mixture of shock and disgust.I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.What in the holy hell just happened? I… I… uh… I’m so sorry,” I managed. “I don’t know what… I wouldn’t normally do something… I just…”Ms. Saunders pulled her hand close to her chest, perhaps to protect it from further abuse.Get out,” she said quietly.Yeah, I’ll get back to work. Again, I’m so, so sorry. Would you like me to bring you a cup of coffee?”No, not to your desk,” she said evenly, but her volume increased with every word. “Get out of here, you freak. I don’t care what you’ve heard, I’m not into women. You’re fired. Now get out of here before I call security.”But… my job review—”Get out!” she yelled. "
― Michelle Rowen , Bitten & Smitten (Immortality Bites, #1)
23 " If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose." Chronicler's forehead wrinkled. " What do you mean, exactly?" Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking down at his hands. " Do you know how many times I've been beaten over the course of my life?" Chronicler shook his head.Looking up, Kvothe grinned and tossed his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. " Neither do I. You'd think that sort of thing would stick in a person's mind. You'd think I would remember how many bones I've had broken. You'd think I'd remember the stitches and bandages." He shook his head. " I don't. I remember that young boy sobbing in the dark. Clear as a bell after all these years." Chronicler frowned. " You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done." " I could have," Kvothe said seriously, " and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever. "
24 " There comes a time in a girl’s life where she finds her heart broken, what matters is not the boy who broke it but the boy who stitches it back together "
25 " The man's gaze hesitated on the four-inch cut on Joe's left cheek, courtesy of the log that had slapped him in the face on the river. With twenty-some stitches sticking out, the wound looked like a giant red caterpillar was crawling across Joe's face. " Well, that'll disappoint the ladies." But then the captain grunted. " Never mind. With you, they'll probably like it, think it's all manly." He peered behind Joe. " Anyone naked in there?" Joe stepped aside. " I'm having an off morning. "
26 " Dimitri moved closer to me, his eyes sparkling with a secret. " It gets better:you're Lissa's guardian." " What?" I almost pulled away. " That's impossible. They'd never..." " They did. She'll have others, so they probably figured it was okay to let you hang around if someone else could keep you in line," he teased." You're not..." A lump formed in my stomach, a reminder of a problem that has plagued so long ago. " You're not one of her guardian too, are you?" It had constantly been a concern, that conflict of interest. I wanted him near me. Always. But how could he watch Lissa and put her safely first if we were worried about each other? The past was returning to torment us." No. I have a different assignment." " Oh." For some reason, that made me a little sad too, even though I knew it was the smarter choice." I'm Christian's guardian." This time I did sit up, doctor's orders or no. Stitches tugged in my chest, but I ignored the sharp discomfort. " But that's...that's practically the same thing! "
27 " She's really gone, then. The little girl with the back of her shirt sticking out like a duck tail, the one who needed help reaching the dishes, and who begged to see the frosted cakes in the bakery window. Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches beeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much. "
― Suzanne Collins , Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, #3)