For a few minutes they held on to each other, kissing as if they hadn't seen each other in a week.
She gazed out the window as if she hadn't noticed anything unusual.
He did not act as if it was bothering him.
A touch of humor lurked in Señor Medena's dark eyes, but he continued as if he didn't notice.
It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.
Felipa tipped her head to the side, as if she was considering that information.
Both were watching her as if she had something earth-shattering to say.
It's almost as if it is a lifetime goal.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
He said they as if the horses belonged to the ranch hands.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
"You speak to each other across the room with your eyes," she said as if it were some incredible feat.
"Thank you," Carmen said as if it were a gift.
Dulce stared at her for a moment, as if considering it for the first time.
It was a good thing they didn't change after church, because everyone at the table was dressed as if going to church.
Carmen glanced at Señor Medena, who was beaming as if they were his children... or as if they were his biological grandchildren.
They were expecting - as surely as if they were in her womb.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
For the most part, the facial expressions of those sitting around the table were sympathetic, but Dulce looked as if she was ready to break into tears.
Jonathan and Alfonso were playing with the sticks as if they were swords.
The atmosphere felt stiff and formal, as if this was not part of their routine.
Señor Medena was watching her as if she were talking about something truly interesting.
"Love," he said, as if the one word were a full explanation.
Señor Medena was watching her again in that strange way, as if it truly mattered what she thought.
"You would like to see the patio?" he continued, as if nothing had happened.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
If he trusted her, he wouldn't have been snapping at her as if she had done something wrong.
He treated her as if she were actually pregnant.
His movements were deliberate as he walked toward her - as if he were measuring every word he was about to say.
Still, the romancing was so much a part of him that it was as if he wasn't even Alex.
It was as if they had started a fresh relationship.
Katie leaned back, a triumphant look on her face as if she had made a point.
He looked as if she had hit him in the stomach.
She greeted them with a big smile, hugging each of them as if they were old friends she hadn't seen in a decade.
It wasn't as if she was in the habit of discussing such things - especially with strangers.
They were chatting together as if they had known each other all their lives.
The train crouched silent on the tracks in a feline pose, as if hovering over a kill.
"Certainly," she replied as if it were a social visit.
Len looked uncomfortable and glanced at Howard as if for support.
Everyone was staring at her as if they expected her to faint or something.
The facts drifted in slowly, as if attending a dreaded meeting.
It wasn't as if they could do anything anyway.
Her knees were trembling as if they were going to give way at any moment, and her face felt devoid of blood.
As he had pointed out, it wasn't as if she had much of a choice.
Had fate brought her to these people who welcomed her as if she were family?
He patted the ATV as if it were alive.
It was as if he was mocking her.
Even so, it was as if a something had been lifted from her chest, allowing the flow of oxygen and blood to a starving brain.
The last word ended on the upturn, as if it were a question, not a statement.
He waved a hand as if to brush her inquest off.
Giddon paid no attention to the three at the pool, patting Diablo's nose and talking softly to him as if no one was around.
It wasn't as if she had any part in becoming that way, nor did it make her a better person.
It was as if she were talking about someone she didn't know.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
He leaned forward, as if to say something in her ear.
In spite of his size, his steps were light, as if he chose every one carefully.
Occasionally he glanced behind him, as if searching for someone, or something, that might be watching.
It was simple enough to wander around outside, as if she were looking for something.
He continued as if he didn't hear.
It wasn't as if she was going to chase after him.
"It wasn't exactly a fun party, anyway," he continued as if none of them had spoken.
Adrienne screamed, cramming her foot into the floor as if she, too, had a break pedal.
Mrs. Marsh glared at the papers, as if they were to blame for the situation.
For one brief instant, he looked at Adrienne as if he actually saw her.
The hours were perfect, nine to five, and the job sounded as if it were tailored for her.
It wasn't as if that was the most important part, so why did it hurt the most?
She continued the conversation as if nothing had happened.
He killed Mom, just the same as if he'd plunged a knife into her heart.
After all he had done, he dared talk to her as if she were a child.
Even the animals were quiet, as if they knew danger lurked in the darkness.
His expression was bland – his voice unemotional, as if he were discussing the weather.
Mary studied her reflectively and finally spoke in a hushed tone, as if she didn't actually want to know the answer to her question.
Cade looked as if he'd been slapped.
And Cade had become more solemn in the last few weeks, as if he sensed her dilemma and felt uncomfortable as well.
He tucked her under the covers as if she were a child.
He rode as if he were part of the horse, his lean body swaying with the stride of the graceful animal.
He paused, as if searching for a tasteful word.
She was thinking as if she alone were responsible.
Quinn stood, as if addressing a class of incoming freshmen.
He jumped up, as if he'd seen a ghost.
It's as if the town died.
My acquiescence lightened the mood for the remainder of the trip as Betsy and Howie chatted as if future sessions were a faite accompli.
I feel as if I'm spying.
Then he started feeling guilty, as if he was doing something wrong.
Then he said, 'you guys have this history when you were kids,' as if he was left out.
His name is Merrill Cooms, Brennan stated, sounding as if I should know the man.
Now enrolled in college, he was dressing the part, as if trying to fit in.
She looked to Howie before answering, as if looking for direction.
"It's not the big deal it was at first," Howie offered, as if apologizing.
We all are, as if we let him slip away.
She just shrugged again, as if it wasn't her concern.
When Martha was in a session with Howie, Betsy took over, coveting the child as if she were her own.
She looked at me as if I was the psychic!
I asked her, as if it was business as usual.
"Not at seventeen," Julie said quickly, and then looked as if she wished she'd not been so outspoken.
Molly appeared less shy around Howie than us, acting more casual toward him as if he was a member of her family.
He in turn, looked at her as if a princess was visiting his humble abode.
Martha came in with baby Clair looking as if she'd gotten over what ailed her.
It's not as if you just learned it?
Betsy looked at her, as if wanting to hear more.
Molly shrugged her shoulders, as if she were being scolded.
Martha shook her head, as if looking for more.
My head throbbed and my side felt as if a car, no, an SUV were parked on me.
I parked by the horse shoe pits and ambled down the road, as if out for a woodland stroll.
I don't know why she asked me; it didn't appear as if I had a say in the matter.
The three of us packed for three days only, as if so limiting our clothing changes would force our return more quickly.
They both spoke as if what said was oft repeated.
The pastor continued as if we hadn't taken nearly a three hour break, mostly continuing his sermon.
A blue haired old lady with a walker and her mate hauling an oxygen tank looked at me as If I was the Boston strangler.
she continued as if I hadn't spoken.
He turned and returned to the hospital, as if glad to be rid of me.
It was as if I hadn't had time to come to grips with that tragedy with the world wind swirling around me.
He hadn't changed a thing, as if expecting Papa to come home at any minute.
He was dressed in black but not in SWAT gear, as if he knew nothing in this world could hurt him.
The sun lingered on the horizon, as if waiting for the closing clouds.
From his shoulders to his chest to his flat midsection, every part of him looked as if he'd been carefully carved from stone.
This man's look was considering, as if he were trying to memorize her features in case he needed the information in the future.
Her cheek was red as if she'd been struck, and there were tears on her face already.
She didn't move the entire trip back to the condo, as if afraid he'd blow her head off next.
She opened it and frowned, as if knowing why he was there.
He rolled his eyes, as if repeating something he heard regularly.
The scars ran all the way through his hand, as if it had been chopped up and put back together.
He looked up, a surprised expression crossing his face, as if he'd told her something he wasn't supposed to.
He was hugging Sunny as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.
She was fully a part of him when they touched, as if he'd been missing more than a piece of his soul all these years and just now realized it.
She looked unsettled at the idea of leaving her lab and looked around, as if trying to figure out what to take.
His tone was unassuming, but his gaze was intent, as if he were trying to gauge if she recognized him or not.
He'd given her his necklace, as if marking her as his.
He felt compelled towards them, as if whatever it was he was supposed to do had to be done with one in front of him.
Jonny looked apprehensive yet resigned, as if he'd known this was coming.
The room was otherwise arranged as if for a wedding with two sets of neatly lined chairs on either side of a long aisle.
Raindrops fell as if in slow motion, and lightning stayed, brighter than the midday sun.
Darian's voice came as if across a great distance and echoed around the room.
His eyes found Bianca, who stood shivering in the rain, staring towards the fire, as if waiting for Jonny to reappear.
Even then his gaze was haunted, as if he somehow knew his fate.
She made a show of resting her coat across the table, as if to say she wasn't leaving, and crossed to the small hall that contained the restrooms.
Why, then, was he starting to feel as if he'd been set up?
It now felt like it had when she was in the alley: as if he were standing beside her.
Darian cocked his head to the side, as if hearing someone call his name.
His sword defended him as if possessed, yet when he went to strike, he found his blows ill timed and clumsy.
The sense that had told her where he was intensified within her, as if they were close enough for their souls to touch again.
A strange energy ran between them, as if she could absorb the faint stream of his magic.
His first kiss was light, as if he were testing her.
Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors.
It appears as if either you, Damian, or you, Jonny, sent someone to kill her.
His gaze narrowed, as if about to accuse her of lying.
His gaze drew distant, as if he were remembering something dark.
She frowned at his tone, as if he considered her the newest, permanent member of his organization and not the guest she was.
It wasn't like the Magician's magic, which somehow fused with his, as if they were one person sharing one source of power.
Instead of answering, she raised her arm and steadied her breath, as if she were holding a handgun.
The harder she concentrated, the louder Jule's heartbeat grew, as if their bodies were pressed together again.
It was as if small objects had been buried in the ground, and their weak magic was muffled.
The Other's bedchamber had been empty, as if the otherworldly creature was permanently gone.
It, too, was empty, as if the Other had fled and was taking Yully with him.
His golden eyes were calm, and he was dressed as if he'd just finished sparring.
The vamp hadn't moved, as if he and Sofi already knew Jule would facilitate.
Sofi dropped her hand, and the vamp remained still, as if letting her magic settle.
Her father's voice warbled as if through water.
Instead, she prepared for the day as if it were her last.
They looked as if they'd been torn apart by some monster she couldn't imagine.
The magic took hold of her, and she danced away from his strikes as if they were in slow motion.
Her hair glowed as if it were on fire, and she floated, her slender form clad in simple leggings and a tunic.
Jonny glanced at Jenn, as if noticing for the first time that she wasn't armed.
Yully left the gym, feeling as if she'd entered a new world.
It struck a chord deep within her, as if she should know it.
The Watcher's eyes went around his study, as if this was his first visit in a great while.
A deeper ache, as if she had the flu and every muscle in her body was on fire, was made worse by sleeping on the cold floor.
Han asked, extending his hand as if approaching a wounded animal.
This one clung to him as if he were the only thing preventing her from being swept overboard.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
His visions were more than just his death; they were the first-person experience of the torturing and killing of many, many others, as if she were mutilating others.
She blinked, shocked when he walked through the man with the green eyes as if he weren't there.
His voice was as clear in her mind as if he spoke the words.
"You need something?" he asked with a casualness that pissed her off, as if he didn't know why she was there.
While his form was large enough to be a man the size of Damian's Guardians, his voice was terrified and gravelly, as if he hadn't ever spoken to anyone.
He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.
His head remained shoved under a pillow, and his body relaxed, as if he were falling back asleep.
He was silent, as if watching.
Sofia forced her own smile, noticing how Claire's gaze swept over her as if she were an uninvited insect in her bedroom.
He rose, as if on autopilot, turned, and faced the window.
Sofia hung up the phone, feeling as if she were emerging from a stupor for the first time in months.
He said nothing, and she saw the look that crossed his face, as if he wasn't sure what to make of it.
She shook her head as if he were the fool.
He stood and watched it burn, feeling as if a part of him burned with it.
The brunette stood between Traci and Rainy, as if she were trying to broker a peace deal between two warring countries.
He no longer needed to feel as if he still dwelt in the shadow of Darian's death.
The front door was open, as if they were expecting her.
Damian appeared, a fragmented vision, as if the vamp had been peering through a foggy window.
His voice was weak, as if he were far away.
The rest was blocked, as if a dam was placed there.
He placed her on the table and retreated, shaking his head and swiping at the air around him, as if plagued by bees.
He cocked his head to the side, as if listening to someone.
Sofia held onto him as if his life depended on it and shook her head to clear the dizziness.
She turned to see his gaze on the ground, his body braced as if for a blow.
She reached a stairwell and descended to a floor with wider, taller corridors, as if she'd gone from the wing with private chambers to a more public area.
She almost felt as if she was … drugged?
He had a heartbeat, one that reverberated through her as if it was her own.
She felt as if she hadn't just eaten a large breakfast.
She was surprised to find the idea of tasting him didn't repulse her, as if the intimate bond with him was natural.
His head was bowed near hers, eyes closed, as if he was…pleased to share the moment with her.
He handled weapons as if they were extensions of his body, never dropping them or misplacing a strike.
The chilly ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and she swiped at the pink hair blinding her.
A look of pained yearning crossed the girl's face, as if she wanted badly to speak but couldn't.
"Don't be such a cry baby," he muttered, holding the flashlight out in front as if to see inches more of what lay before them.
"Just colder," she added with a shiver, as if to apology for the crack in her voice.
Mrs. Lincoln, the Deans' cat, strolled into the room and rubbed the young girl's leg as if to ask what was the problem.
He gobbled everything he could grab as if building energy for the balance of his coast-to-coast trek.
It was as if God had taken the boy to heaven.
She was red-eyed, as if sleep had eluded her.
Then she added, We've always treated you exactly the same as if we were your natural parents.
They look as if someone slept in them.
She looked up at her husband as he began to dress "It's as if she's done something wrong and wants to talk about it but doesn't know how."
It was as if she was being forced to divulge what she wanted to tell but had promised not to.
Martha rose and began to pace across the room, putting one foot toe to heel in front of the other, as if walking a tight rope.
He smiled, as if he were kidding.
Toward dawn, her conversation became fixed on the skeleton-man she'd discovered in the depths of the mine as if he too was a forever forgotten soul, equally immersed in lonely darkness.
It was as if rescuing these long forgotten remains from oblivion would somehow prove such a resurrection from years of absolute dark and loneliness would make anything possible.
After embarrassed apologies, she seemed compelled to sit down and chat, as if idle conversation might be penance for the pilfered peach pie.
Cynthia agreed and as if in penance, gathered up plates and coffee cups while Westlake assembled his equipment.
It wasn't as if he was around much when he was in town, so an empty place at the table just meant an extra potato.
On her way down the hall, she paused at Martha's room and peeked in, as if hoping some memory of the child remained.
He felt Randy's pain as if it were his own.
But it's not as if I took advantage of Jen— it was a mistake.
Certainly. It's not as if they don't have a mutual interest in this business.
She stood on the front porch, puffing on her cigarette as if sucking in a lung full of chemicals might somehow help matters.
She paused, as if hesitating to confide, until her anger overcame her reticence.
It doesn't seem as if we're taking this business of getting you elected very seriously.
They turned to her, as if aware for the first time that they weren't alone.
"Fitzgerald was a state guy over in Denver," Fred grumbled, as if reluctant to let go of his pet theory.
But they didn't sound as if they had a clue about what was going on.
It looks as if they were kind enough to just let the air out—not slash them.
Cynthia leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes while Brandon Westlake acted as if he were taking a Sunday afternoon ride in the park.
Cynthia looked as if she considered joining him but caution prevailed.
Dean's arm felt as if he'd taken on half the World Wrestling Federation.
"Kids," the woman said, as if that answered all the questions plaguing Dean's mind.
The woman let out her breath, as if exhaling a cigarette.
It doesn't smell as if it was cleaned or preserved.
Dean felt as if he might be getting somewhere, at least in identifying Martha's bones.
When he spoke, it didn't sound as if either beer was his first.
It's as if they might have been switched—from a real skeleton.
In the eyes of the Deans, it was looking more and more as if person or persons unknown did in fact take the original bones and switch them for the theatrical imitations Fitzgerald dragged out of The Lucky Pup mine.
The cat declined a lap-offer in favor of the purple rocker, Martha's chair, as if to question the whereabouts of her missing friend.
Someone had a campfire and it looked as if the door on the mine was used for fire wood.
Instead, he rose—a suggestion they go inside—but Cynthia and Mrs. Lincoln were content together, as if oblivious to Pumpkin and Westlake.
He talked to me as if I were a real person, not just a skirt he was plotting to lift.
It was as if Jennifer hadn't heard.
It sounds as if your marriage was very happy.
"It sounds as if you were very fortunate in your choice of a husband," Dean said honestly, but he noted she'd failed to answer his earlier question.
Paul Dawkins wiped his face with his hand and looked at Dean as if to ask if he were serious.
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