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ʺSorry,ʺ Lisa said, her face shining with joy when she saw me. ʺShould have put a sock on the door. Didnʹt realize things were getting hot and heavy.ʺ
ʺNo avoiding it,ʺ I said lightly, clasping Dimitriʹs hand. ʺThings are always hot with him around.ʺ
Dimitri looked scandalized. Heʹd never held back when we were in bed together, but his private nature wouldnʹt let him even hint about such matters to others. It was mean, but I laughed and kissed his cheek.
ʺOh, this is going to be fun,ʺ I said. ʺNow that everythingʹs out in the open.ʺ
ʺYeah,ʺ he said. ʺI got a pretty ‘funʹ look from your father the other day.ʺ

Richelle Mead - VA #6 Last Sacrifice

(must be Abe considering his future “advices” to ‘scandalized’ Dimka)

Love, in this summer night, do you recall Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of June Thick-sown with stars, when from the still lagoon We glided noiseless through the dim canal? A sense of some belated festival Hung round us, and our own hearts beat in tune With passionate memories that the young moon Lit up on dome and tower and palace wall. We dreamed what ghosts of vanished loves made part Of that sweet light and trembling, amorous air. I felt in those rich beams that kissed your hair, Those breezes, warm with bygone lovers’ sighs- All the dead beauty of Venice in your eyes, All the old loves of Venice in my heart. “Night in Venice”, by John Hay
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Love, in this summer night, do you recall
Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of June
Thick-sown with stars, when from the still lagoon
We glided noiseless through the dim canal?
A sense of some belated festival
Hung round us, and our own hearts beat in tune
With passionate memories that the young moon
Lit up on dome and tower and palace wall.
We dreamed what ghosts of vanished loves made part
Of that sweet light and trembling, amorous air.
I felt in those rich beams that kissed your hair,
Those breezes, warm with bygone lovers’ sighs-
All the dead beauty of Venice in your eyes,
All the old loves of Venice in my heart.


“Night in Venice”, by John Hay

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