"Elizabeth’s face registered joy. Words like lovewere the hardest to get out of Mayne’s mouth.Once again she smiled as she began her descenttoward his waistline. It didn’t take her very long to bring him back to life. Several minutes later, when she sensed that he was as excited ashe was going to get, Elizabeth looked up at herman and with the sexiest expression she would conjure, softy said, “I love you.”
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"Why did she have to die? He had no answer and stood up tooquickly. Why was everything so fucked? He went back into the living room. He needed whiskey.
Why?
He loved her so much.
Why?
He’d offered her half the royalties. Half. That was a financial empire, but she’d refused.
Why?
He’d tried to make amends. He’d tried being good according to society’s standards. He wanted to understand everything that had happened to them.He wanted her to love him but no matter how hardhe tried, he fucked it up.
Why?
He wanted to be normal again but that wasn’t possible.
Why?
He wanted to feel closer to Elizabeth but she was dead. That tormented his fragile soul but for asplit second of insane logic, Mayne concluded that his body should not be spared either."
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