A kiss was nothing. Paul’s habit of mocking her was nothing, too. She certainly wasn’t going to let herself feel hurt by it: she wasn’t going to feel that there ought to have been something else between them to give meaning to the chemistry which drew them together so powerfully.
– Echoes of Love, Frances Ferguson
(Source: dolly-eyes, via blackseawolf)
A kiss was nothing. Paul’s habit of mocking her was nothing, too. She certainly wasn’t going to let herself feel hurt by it: she wasn’t going to feel that there ought to have been something else between them to give meaning to the chemistry which drew them together so powerfully.
– Echoes of Love, Frances Ferguson
(Source: dolly-eyes, via blackseawolf)
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