“someday, I wanted someone who would love me. Not for what I could do for them, but for who I was to them.”
―
Jen DeLuca,
Well Met
“Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Birthday wishes were allowed to be lofty. I blew out the candles and let those wishes fly away with the wisps of smoke. The ones that were meant to be would come back.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“The smell of the books, the promise in the shelves of printed pages . . . I loved stories, and always had.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Hi.” I caught a flash of his smile as he bent to kiss me. His lips were warm and his kiss was sweet. Gentle. He only deepened the kiss a little while his hand slid into my hair and his other hand curved into the small of my back.I smiled as he pulled away. “Hi.”“That’s better.” He cupped my cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone. “I’ve missed you since yesterday. Is that weird? Does that make me one of those stalker guys?”“Only if you follow me home. Cut off a lock of my hair while I sleep. Something like that.”“I thought I’d save that for next weekend.” He bent to kiss me again but swerved at the last second to brush his lips against my cheek instead. “I have a theory about you, Emily Parker.”“You do?”“I do.” Another kiss on my cheek, and then his teeth grazed my earlobe, and I shivered. “I don’t think you’ve ever been wooed. Have you?” The words were a low whisper in my ear, and the shiver intensified.“Wooed?” The word felt strange in my mouth.“Wooed,” he repeated, punctuating the word with a kiss on my other cheek. “Courted. Swept off your feet. Had someone show you how you make him feel.”“I . . . I can’t say that I have.” That was an understatement.“Then brace yourself.” He straightened up and backed away from me a step or two. “I’m going to woo your ass off.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Ididn’t choose the wench life. The wench life chose me.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“The dead are held in such high esteem that we only remember the good things, and we not only forgive their faults but we forget them.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“We have in our midst a woman named Emma. She is a tavern wench of great beauty, whose smile lights up the day like the sun, and the night like the moon. She has absolutely stolen my heart, but I do not mind in the least. In fact, if she would agree to keep my heart and take good care of it, I would never want it back.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“This good sir Knight here was showing me his most impressive weapon.""Oh?" His eyebrow arched, and I tried to ignore the way it sent heat dspeeding down my spine. "Are you seeking out others then? Does my weapon no longer interest you?I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from laughing. We were blowing right past subtle innuendo today."Oh, Captain." I fluttered my eyelashes dramatically. "I believe you are quite aware that I have no complaints with your... weapon."He choked for a split second, but covered it with a small cough before he leaned a casual elbow against the bar. "I hope not, love." His smile was as broad as ever. "I would hate to think I would have to duel with another for your affections.""I hope not, for your sake." I rounded my eyes in feigned horror. "I've seen you fight, sir. It typically ends on your knees in the dirt with a knife at your throat, does it not?" I shook my head, clucking my tongue. "Not a good ending." A nearby patron snorted, and it was all I could do to not turn my head. Great. Simon and I turned into a show all on our own. Come for the beer, stay for the bad comedy."Odd." He tiled his head and considered me, his eyes doing the same slow travel mine had done on him. It took everything I had not to fidget under his gaze. "Typically women don't mind when I'm on my knees in front of them.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Entertainment?” He punctuated the word with a bitter laugh. “So, what, am I just supposed to pull an extra bard out of my ass now?”“Not a bad idea,” I shot back. “Maybe it would dislodge the stick that’s up there.” Oh, crap. I hadn’t meant to say that.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Come over tonight,” he said, softly enough so only I could hear him. “Wear the roses.”I shook my head. “I’m filthy. All covered in roses and Faire dirt. I should wash up first.”“No.” He brushed his mouth against mine one more time before murmuring into my ear. “I can’t wait that long. Come over now. I’ll take care of you.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“I’ve known that guy for more than twenty years, and this is the first time he’s ever been subtle.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Please. Wenches before . . . well, something that refers to guys that rhymes with ‘wenches.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“No one’s ever ready. For any of those big changes that life throws at you. You just have to meet them head-on and do your best. It’s okay to be scared a little. If we all waited till we were ready, we’d never do anything.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Matched
“Oh, God. Was I going to have to yell “huzzah” too? How much did I love my niece?” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Put a man in leather pants and eyeliner and a lot of sins could be forgiven.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Matched
“And someday, I wanted someone who would love me. Not for what I could do for them, but for who I was to them.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Simon and Emily." I blinked up at Chris, surprised to hear our names being used. She dropped a wink at me. "As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust. Above you are the stars and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow."I couldn't think of a better way to start a relationship.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Later, when April dropped me off at the house on her way to pick up Caitlin, my phone buzzed with a text. I smiled. Stacey."You alive?""I'm ok." I texted back. "How was your date?"Three fire emojis popped up in response, followed by an eggplant and ... were those water droplets? Oh, dear. I had no answer for that.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Birthday wishes were allowed to be lofty. I blew out the candles and let those wishes fly away with the wisps of smoke. The ones that were meant to be would come back.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“The smell of the books, the promise in the shelves of printed pages . . . I loved stories, and always had.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Hi.” I caught a flash of his smile as he bent to kiss me. His lips were warm and his kiss was sweet. Gentle. He only deepened the kiss a little while his hand slid into my hair and his other hand curved into the small of my back.I smiled as he pulled away. “Hi.”“That’s better.” He cupped my cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone. “I’ve missed you since yesterday. Is that weird? Does that make me one of those stalker guys?”“Only if you follow me home. Cut off a lock of my hair while I sleep. Something like that.”“I thought I’d save that for next weekend.” He bent to kiss me again but swerved at the last second to brush his lips against my cheek instead. “I have a theory about you, Emily Parker.”“You do?”“I do.” Another kiss on my cheek, and then his teeth grazed my earlobe, and I shivered. “I don’t think you’ve ever been wooed. Have you?” The words were a low whisper in my ear, and the shiver intensified.“Wooed?” The word felt strange in my mouth.“Wooed,” he repeated, punctuating the word with a kiss on my other cheek. “Courted. Swept off your feet. Had someone show you how you make him feel.”“I . . . I can’t say that I have.” That was an understatement.“Then brace yourself.” He straightened up and backed away from me a step or two. “I’m going to woo your ass off.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Ididn’t choose the wench life. The wench life chose me.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“The dead are held in such high esteem that we only remember the good things, and we not only forgive their faults but we forget them.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“We have in our midst a woman named Emma. She is a tavern wench of great beauty, whose smile lights up the day like the sun, and the night like the moon. She has absolutely stolen my heart, but I do not mind in the least. In fact, if she would agree to keep my heart and take good care of it, I would never want it back.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“This good sir Knight here was showing me his most impressive weapon.""Oh?" His eyebrow arched, and I tried to ignore the way it sent heat dspeeding down my spine. "Are you seeking out others then? Does my weapon no longer interest you?I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from laughing. We were blowing right past subtle innuendo today."Oh, Captain." I fluttered my eyelashes dramatically. "I believe you are quite aware that I have no complaints with your... weapon."He choked for a split second, but covered it with a small cough before he leaned a casual elbow against the bar. "I hope not, love." His smile was as broad as ever. "I would hate to think I would have to duel with another for your affections.""I hope not, for your sake." I rounded my eyes in feigned horror. "I've seen you fight, sir. It typically ends on your knees in the dirt with a knife at your throat, does it not?" I shook my head, clucking my tongue. "Not a good ending." A nearby patron snorted, and it was all I could do to not turn my head. Great. Simon and I turned into a show all on our own. Come for the beer, stay for the bad comedy."Odd." He tiled his head and considered me, his eyes doing the same slow travel mine had done on him. It took everything I had not to fidget under his gaze. "Typically women don't mind when I'm on my knees in front of them.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Entertainment?” He punctuated the word with a bitter laugh. “So, what, am I just supposed to pull an extra bard out of my ass now?”“Not a bad idea,” I shot back. “Maybe it would dislodge the stick that’s up there.” Oh, crap. I hadn’t meant to say that.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Come over tonight,” he said, softly enough so only I could hear him. “Wear the roses.”I shook my head. “I’m filthy. All covered in roses and Faire dirt. I should wash up first.”“No.” He brushed his mouth against mine one more time before murmuring into my ear. “I can’t wait that long. Come over now. I’ll take care of you.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“I’ve known that guy for more than twenty years, and this is the first time he’s ever been subtle.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Please. Wenches before . . . well, something that refers to guys that rhymes with ‘wenches.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“No one’s ever ready. For any of those big changes that life throws at you. You just have to meet them head-on and do your best. It’s okay to be scared a little. If we all waited till we were ready, we’d never do anything.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Matched
“Oh, God. Was I going to have to yell “huzzah” too? How much did I love my niece?” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Put a man in leather pants and eyeliner and a lot of sins could be forgiven.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Matched
“And someday, I wanted someone who would love me. Not for what I could do for them, but for who I was to them.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Simon and Emily." I blinked up at Chris, surprised to hear our names being used. She dropped a wink at me. "As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust. Above you are the stars and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow."I couldn't think of a better way to start a relationship.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
“Later, when April dropped me off at the house on her way to pick up Caitlin, my phone buzzed with a text. I smiled. Stacey."You alive?""I'm ok." I texted back. "How was your date?"Three fire emojis popped up in response, followed by an eggplant and ... were those water droplets? Oh, dear. I had no answer for that.” ― Jen DeLuca, Well Met
