Thanks for joining me again for another "My Book Boyfriend" hosted by the lovely Missie over at The Unread Reader. If you haven't checked out her blog, you must...she is AMAZING! It's guaranteed to brighten your day. Also, if you run over there today and check out her MBB meme, you can see all the other hotties linked up. So,as soon as you're done reading this post, RUN don't walk over to see what's up!
So...I know you are all wondering who my Book Boyfriend is today. Well, I've chosen Adrian Ivashkov from Bloodlines. Yes, that's what I said. Don't be looking at me like that, he's mine. I will hurt you if you even think of it....yes...I know what you're thinking o_o. I can read minds!
I have been DYING to cast the man below as someone and while reading Bloodlines by Richelle Mead I decided it totally works. Adrian is older and a trouble maker. He's rumpled but sexy...like he just got out of bed, but a sexy bed. But, most importantly, he is a BAD BOY. Yes, this is the most important, never forget that. I've chosen Adam Levine. Seriously, I think I'm going to be licking my screen all day today. I heart Adam Levine...I'd so never leave his bed.
"So. Are you guys here to convert me or sell me siding?
The disarming comment was enough to help me shake off my anxiety. The speaker was a Moroi guy, a little older than me, with dark brown hair that had undoubtedly been painstakingly styled to look messy. Unlike Keith's ridiculously over-gelled attempts, this guy had actually done it in a way that looked good. Like all Moroi, he was pale and had a tall, lean build. Emerald green eyes studied us from a face that could have been sculpted by one of the classical artists I so admired. Shocked, I dismissed the comparison as soon as it popped into my head. This was a vampire, after all. It was ridiculous to admire him the way I would some hot human guy.
A touch to my hand made me jump. It was Adrian. His eyes were on Lee and Jacqueline, but his hand had caught hold of mine and squeezed it, even though he was still cuffed. I was surprised at the warmth of his skin. Even though I knew Moroi were as living and warm-blooded as me, my irrational fears always expected them to be cold. Equally surprising was the sudden comfort and connection in that touch. It wasn't the kind of touch that said, Hey, I've got a plan, so hang in there because we're going to get through this. It was more like the kind of touch that simply said, You aren't alone.
It took several seconds of silence for me to realize that I'd been staring at him while my mind spun out its thoughts. And, actually, he was staring at me, with a look of wonder.
"My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?
That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?"
"The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing...like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."
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Okay, I know...scandalous...tantalizingly delightful...so many adjectives....*big sigh* I'm in serious love. His music video's do NOT help the situation. I think he needs to be thrown against a wall...by ME! :D
What you all think? Who's your Book Boyfriend this week??