Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the...dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.Life is truly known only. I wanted my hands to map his body so when he is inside me, I know what he needs. What he wants. I am in no rush I decide. This will be the best for us both. There is no rush. Once we start being intimate, it will never end. I know this."I think I have you all covered." His voice brought me back. His hands were gone and he was back laid out on his lounger. I watched him through slit eyes, the bulge in his swim shorts hard to miss. He didn't try to hide it. We weren't playing games, but a slow. Tristan hoped he would never see it again.He rode for hours desperate to put as much distance between himself and Sir Reginald as possible. Soon he was miles away from Reginald's estate and beginning to feel calm, Tristan got off Bucephalus to let him rest. Tristan needed a plan. He was a criminal now, he supposed, and just as concerning he was unemployed. Tristan needed to find work, and soon, if he wanted to go to bed tonight with food in his stomach and a roof over his head.He hopped back. ‘What would you have done Bruni, if Kate and Ragnar had not been in the room?’ Eleanor stopped her pacing, focusing the livid green of her gaze on the man she had declared her love for not but a few minutes ago. ‘Would you have taken me? Would you have continued to kiss me, and stroke me until you had taken what innocence I have from me?’ She was shouting now, she knew her friend and her lover could no longer be asleep and would be hearing every word she let free, but she did not care, she.