J.R. Ward: "Jempolnya bolak-balik di atas satin, seolah-olah dia sedan...

"Jempolnya bolak-balik di atas satin, seolah-olah dia sedang menggosok pinggulnya seperti saat mereka bersama, dan dia menggerakkan kakinya ke atas sehingga berada di atas pinggir. Tapi itu tidak sama. Tidak ada tubuh di bawahnya, dan kainnya berbau seperti lemon, bukan kulitnya. Lagi pula, dia sendirian di ruangan ini yang bukan milik mereka. "Ya Tuhan, aku merindukanmu," katanya dengan suara serak. "Setiap malam. Setiap hari."

--- J.R. Ward

Versi Bahasa Inggris

His thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.