Toward Sentence Examples
He took a step toward her.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
He shouted at Pete, and ran toward Cassie.
I slipped from my mother's lap and almost ran toward them.
A slow song began as he moved toward her.Advertisement
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He nodded toward Destiny.
They both left the lounge and started down the hall toward the desk.
She walked toward it and found the horse tied to a tree and standing motionless, with its head hanging down almost to the ground.
He mounted and rode toward Semenovsk.Advertisement
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Yancey inclined his head toward the table and the man's eyes followed, lighting up.
Pulling his Winchester from a boot attached to the side of the wagon, he walked toward her.
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Everyone turned toward him.Advertisement
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She looked toward the fire.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
She took a step toward him and called out.
The bay's ears were perked toward the wash below them.Advertisement
As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water toward Dorothy.
It would, I think, be hard to make her feel just how to pronounce DICTIONARY without her erring either toward DICTIONAYRY or DICTION'RY, and, of course the word is neither one nor the other.
His attitude toward her did an about face so obvious that even Jonathan noticed.
He turned the car toward the Spencer home.
He took one look at the suitcases on the bed and started toward her.Advertisement
Laney lifted his chin toward Jake, who nodded.
It was getting harder and harder to deny what she felt toward him.
As they headed toward the house, Alex put an arm around her shoulders.
A breeze picked up at the shoreline, wrinkling the water as the waves slowly rolled toward him in silver lines.
Better communication is a huge step toward peace.
She wiped clammy hands on her pants and moved toward the horse.
He frowned but followed her into the cool, pre-dawn morning toward the garage.
When Dean didn't answer, she started the Chevy Blazer and turned it back toward town.
The woman walked toward the porch with her head down.
This man rode toward Balashev at a gallop, his plumes flowing and his gems and gold lace glittering in the bright June sunshine.
With long strides, he started toward her, pushing his way through the crowd.
We were tip toeing toward something impossible and it made me nervous.
He turned toward the basement stairs and we all followed.
She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond striding toward her office.
She ran from the mansion into the gardens and toward the forest.
Pierre punched him in the shoulder, and they walked toward the garage.
Han eyed her as she hurried past him toward the library.
She didn't look at him until his back was to her on their way toward the door.
She didn't acknowledge his order but headed toward the stairs.
Surprised, she tried to move toward him.
Damian trotted from the stairs toward the courtyard and paused, looking at her curiously.
Dean turned away without answering and walked toward his Jeep.
If he had an extra couple of hundred, I wish he'd put it toward his bill.
He moved toward her bedroom.
She relaxed, dropped back down on the sofa, and nodded toward the front closet.
There was a quick glance toward the closed bedroom door.
She continued up Seventh Street and turned south on Main and drove toward the mountains.
His wife motioned toward the mine entrance out of sight in the rocks and trees.
They continued up the hill, past the place where the wild dogs had broken through so long ago, and on toward the spring.
Carmen smiled in a coy way and leaned toward him.
When his hand touched her arm, she moved toward him.
Destiny leaned toward him and kissed him enthusiastically.
She continued walking toward the house.
Before she recovered from the shock, the man knocked the phone from her hand and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.
Carmen glanced back to see a red-faced Josh striding toward her, still tucking in his shirt.
DeLeo, already bored with the exchange, got up and moved toward the door.
Señor Medena shook his head and continued toward the car.
His tone made her back toward the door.
Not wanting to be around to hear Claire get her way, Sofia climbed onto the edge of Damian's balcony and stretched upward toward the ledge running around the mansion.
He motioned toward the bedroom.
Dean motioned toward the bedroom.
She stepped toward him and brought her knee up into his groin.
The man lumbered toward the door.
And yet, he had never been vindictive toward Alex.
Behind them the red-headed man followed for only a few seconds before turning back toward the house.
After explaining the situation and giving her address, she turned down the road toward the nearest public area – a service station 2 miles away.
All her emotional and physical efforts were directed toward helping him recover and taking care of things at home.
Alex walked toward her and it was a minute before Destiny spotted him.
Alex turned to Jonathan and pointed at him, then drew a cupped hand down his chest, thumb and fingers toward him.
Jonathan lifted his hand, thumb toward Alex and fingers curled down and rocked it forward and back.
Alex brought one hand up toward his mouth and brought it down to an upturned palm.
Before she could escape into the modesty of the robe, he pulled her toward him.
As he drew her toward him in an embrace, she clutched the dress with her arms.
As they started toward the house, she took his hand.
He made no move toward her.
He jumped and turned toward her, equally amazed that she had snuck up on him.
Josh strode off toward his truck.
Yet the conversation never turned comfortably toward children.
Turning on the flashlight, she moved toward the goat.
The wild dog ran a few steps toward the trees and then stopped, his head low as he watched her.
She screamed, and raced toward the field.
He slapped the hat back on his head, took a deep breath and began to slowly walk toward the water.
He took a step toward her and whispered.
The third bolted toward the door.
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
But Dorothy sprang up and ran to seize her friend's hand drawing him impulsively toward the lovely Princess, who smiled most graciously upon her guest.
Brave men left their homes and hurried toward Boston.
He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
What else has been achieved in our march toward civilization?
These countries, particularly in the Balkans, were often small and tended toward war.
Because young people generally understand and utilize technology better than older people, we will see a shift in power and influence toward the young.
As we hastened through the long grass toward the hammock, the grasshoppers swarmed about us and fastened themselves on our clothes, and I remember that my teacher insisted upon picking them all off before we sat down, which seemed to me an unnecessary waste of time.
Late in the afternoon, as he was resting in the thick woods south of Walden, he heard the voice of the hounds far over toward Fair Haven still pursuing the fox; and on they came, their hounding cry which made all the woods ring sounding nearer and nearer, now from Well Meadow, now from the Baker Farm.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
And she saw Mademoiselle Bourienne, with her ribbon and pretty face, and her unusually animated look which was fixed on him, but him she could not see, she only saw something large, brilliant, and handsome moving toward her as she entered the room.
Toward dusk the cannonade began to subside.
Toward night candles were burning round his coffin, a pall was spread over it, the floor was strewn with sprays of juniper, a printed band was tucked in under his shriveled head, and in a corner of the room sat a chanter reading the psalms.
As she picked up the dishes and turned toward the sink he finally responded.
He moved toward her, his expression far from bland.
Mary strode down the path toward them, a hand shielding the sun from her eyes.
He touched his hat and turned the horse toward the barn.
Her bare feet made no noise as she moved across the room toward him, so when she reached his side he glanced up sharply.
He lifted her into his arms and turned toward the family room door.
The money she had saved would have to go toward doctor bills now.
She leaned toward him and he met her half way.
Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.
The rest of us were spiraling toward bankruptcy when Howie turned to Martha.
Life was moving along rapidly with our singlehood sliding toward the finish line.
Our inquiries are directed toward the accuracy of what you're seeing; did those scenes actually occur in the past.
For some reason, everyone looked toward me.
Her concern was exclusively directed toward the boy's welfare.
Molly appeared less shy around Howie than us, acting more casual toward him as if he was a member of her family.
She kept looking toward Martha until Martha asked if something was wrong.
I knew when we started this business it was like I was in the backseat of Thelma and Louise's car hurtling toward a cliff edge.
She turned toward the kitchen before I could answer.
Betsy finished her sandwich and strolled toward the stairs.
I glanced up to see Martha headed toward my door.
I could just see from the doorway where I stood as a figure emerged from the darkened automobile and moved stealthy toward the back of the house.
In a panic I began to crawl toward the front door.
Then I saw a figure get out of the car and creep around toward the back of the house.
I passed out for a few minutes, I guess, and then I thought I was alone so I started crawling toward the door.
I was in a cold sweat as I drove toward town knowing John Luke Grasso was in the area!
As I alighted from my cab, they moved as one toward me.
Saying that might go further toward getting him to forget the kidnapping and murder and going on with his life.
He reached his hand back toward his gun and I released my grip like a hot fry pan.
I couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
The small group moved more hurriedly now and the man said something to Betsy and shoved her forward toward an emergency exit.
She jumped toward the child, apparently crying out and evoking a threatening wave of the knife by Grasso.
Everyone turned toward me.
Her actions toward Julie, her mother and to Betsy with whom she shares a special relationship are markedly different.
The Magician piled her coat on top of her table with shaking hands and walked toward the hallway where the restrooms were.
He strode toward the end of the alley, wanting out of the rain as much as he wanted to talk to the intriguing woman over his shoulder.
The woman directed her plea toward the Other and tried to push past Jule.
Jule refused to release her, sensing more danger toward her than to himself.
Back toward the middle of the house she went and down into the foyer.
Power flowed from Xander and Jule, through her toward the Other, pinning him against the pillar behind him.
He waved her out of the theatre and led her toward the mansion.
Damian said with warmth she hadn't seen him display toward anyone else.
She glanced toward the door, mind on what she'd learned earlier.
He motioned her toward the entrance to the courtyard.
He gathered his power and sent it toward her, wrapping it around her tightly.
They walked toward the house, reaching the patio before Traci started crying.
The Guardians had frozen in mid-speech and were looking toward the mansion.
He searched her gaze and pursed his lips but lifted his chin toward the house.
They formed a fog at her feet and trailed her toward the stairwell.
He whirled and stalked toward her, his face a mask of fury.
She didn't know what she felt toward him.
She didn't know if he'd welcome the gift or if his recent ordeal left him more jaded toward his past.
He strode beside her, whipping out his cell as they headed toward the nearest exit.
Damian smiled and tossed his head toward his computer, straightening.
Several cars were on fire, and black smoke spiraled toward the sky.
She started toward the road, away from the field of death.
She twisted her head to see the jumbled outlines of the small army of vamps running toward them from the direction of the burning mountain.
Jule's arm shot out to block the interloper's progress toward them.
Sofia turned, surprised to Traci racing toward her from across the helipad.
Pierre gripped each of their arms and led them toward two black Tahoes.
He settled one of his cool looks on her and tossed his head toward the stairs.
As they strode into the gardens toward an awaiting helicopter, she couldn't help but think she'd just stepped into something far greater than she could ever imagine.
Horrified, Deidre started toward the door.
They slopped forward, feet sloshing the muddy floor, no longer trying to avoid the water that oozed in rivulets down the narrow passageway, back toward the entrance, now out of sight behind them.
They both knew he spoke the truth—a steady salary would go a long way toward lessening their money problems.
Ginger, coiffed and styled by the best, looked ready for a fashion photographer's lens while continually rolling her eyes with disdain toward her sister-in-law.
The Buen was nearly full, but as the season crept toward the Fourth of July and the heart of summer, finding a dinner seat anywhere in Ouray would often require patience.
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.
Dean felt equally acrimonious toward the overbearing state official whom he hadn't seen since the winter and who, in Dean's mind, had no business being back in Ouray.
End of conversation but it was nice to see things drifting back toward normal.
He pushed the box forward with his foot toward Joseph Dawkins.
They moved more quickly, retracing their steps toward the entrance.
Pumpkin motioned toward the Jeep.
While Dean distrusted the Dawkins, given their mutual animosity toward one another, any collective effort on their part—on any project—seemed questionable, if not impossible.
While Dean enjoyed the spectacle of the exciting contest, he harbored no envy toward its participants.
As they left, they bumped into Brandon Westlake as he made his way toward the boys.
Before Dean could answer, Cynthia had started toward the trail.
He had just started toward his Jeep when there was a sound like a gunshot from above them.
He thought she'd walk away, but instead, she cautiously lifted the rope, turned further away from the precipice and took baby steps backwards toward him.
Dean motioned toward Lydia's direction.
Turning toward the dining room, she glanced up and drew a quick breath.
Yet there it was, big as life, walking across the field toward the tree line.
She started toward the house, glancing at the trees.
Then she started out at a lumbering run toward Carmen.
The sight of Alex on Ed, galloping toward her was as much a relief as it was a surprise.
He swung around, rifle in one hand and reins in another, starting toward the bear.
Finally it started advancing toward him.
When the bear continued toward him, he fired.
He was quiet for a while and when she glanced up at him, he was looking off toward the old house.
She hung the picture back on the wall and turned toward the door.
As she watched them walk toward the house, it occurred to her that the reason Alex didn't like him was that they were too much alike.
Officer David said in tones as sweet as they were bitter toward her.
Frustrated, Katie looked both directions down the pristine, eerily quiet hallway before following the kid toward the far end, where a bright red exit sign hung over the door.
The shadow-man's hand twitched and inched toward the sword at his hip.
Blinking back tears, Katie looked toward the shadow.
He gave no explanation and headed toward her bedroom.
We need to talk! he called cheerfully, then spun and started toward the conference room at the end of a lab that stretched the size of a football field.
He jabbed his thumb toward the wall behind him, where she made out the slender nickel doorknob in the space between two shelves of ancient books.
Her move toward the fire was reflected in a small mirror behind the desk in front of which he stood.
Several portals glowed, and he strode across the silent domain toward the portal he needed.
Completely free, she relaxed and accepted a glass of champagne from one of the wait staff and waded toward the buffet.
Several doorways glowed around her, and Kris yanked her toward one.
They wove their way through the panicked crowds toward Andre's building.
She looked back toward Andre's apartment, surprised to see two dark forms on the ledge following her.
She scrambled toward the back of the cell, huddling with Lankha in a corner.
He led her toward Jared's direction.
When he motioned to the meat, she looked toward the spit and then lied.
She glanced toward the dark cell and saw the silver eyes flash dangerously.
She stared at him dumbly until the crowd forced her toward the exit.
He moved toward her slowly, body tense.
She stepped back and whirled, darting toward the door.
I should've asked first, Gabriel said with a glance toward the window.
The sounds of heated discussion made her look toward the river.
Three forms with glowing tattoos were moving slowly toward the road, stopping to sift through the dead bodies.
She reached the top of the stairs and stared at a similar scene leading past the Arch and all the way up the park toward the city.
Her shout drew their attention, and they started toward her.
The shadow world…she staggered and floated through it, hauling him with her toward a pulsing portal that grew blurry fast.
Rhyn asked suspiciously as Kiki started toward the arched door beside the portcullis.
You cannot be here, the first woman said, pushing Rhyn toward the door.
She tried to tell herself it was the alcohol scattering her thoughts and not the growing feeling of respect or concern she felt toward him.
Daniela cried, and flew past her toward the rocks.
He held out a hand, motioning toward the door.
She tossed her hair over one shoulder and walked to him, pushing him toward the door.
He paused at one room toward the middle of the hall and pushed it open.
She staggered toward it, stumbled, then fell through it and landed flat on her back on a familiar, faded red rug.
Gabriel lifted his chin toward the bed.
He wasn't sure what he felt toward the woman, but he didn't want her to come to harm, and he didn't want her out of his sight.
She gasped, hope racing through her as he dove toward the ground, switched to his human form in mid-air, and landed hard on the stony island.s ground.
They ran through the forest toward the cliff, then ducked deeper into the forest before the trees gave way at the cliff.
She jerked away, surprised, and slid in the mud toward the cliff edge.
Both inched toward her, the inhuman growling filling the hall.
He trailed as Rhyn led him toward the brightest portal, and Rhyn took the healer.s arm to hurry him along.
She watched him go, frowning when he turned left down the hall toward the front door rather than right to the stairwell or interior of the castle.
Katie watched her walk down the hall toward her chambers, stunned.
He didn.t stay to hear the splash this time but walked through the shadow world toward the only portal that glowed black, the portal to Hell.
She glanced at them again and looked toward the door.
Katie said, dragging her sister toward the window.
Hannah stopped at an intersection, and Katie took her hand again, continuing down the hall toward the second stairwell.
They charged through the hall toward the stairs and descended to the main floor.
Rhyn righted himself, unconcerned, and barreled toward the demons.
Kris turned away and maneuvered through the piles of dead-dead Immortals and demons toward Tamer.
He felt the sense of foreboding again, the unseen danger toward Katie.
She wasn.t hungry but walked toward the cafeteria so she wouldn.t be alone with her thoughts.
The demon that was Ully gave a half-bark, half-roar before he smashed through the lab toward her.
He straightened and limped toward the castle.
To her surprise, he walked with her toward the stairs.
Fury flooded him, and he started toward Jade.
He strode toward her, determined to beat some sense into her.
Darkyn followed Jade as the madman hauled his two prisoners toward the portal to the shadow world.
Daniela.s little legs moved fast, and she was across the courtyard while Kris stared toward the room where Rhyn assumed his mate was.
He started toward the courtyard.
Gabriel and Darkyn rose, their attention going west toward the ocean.
Evelyn tossed a hand toward the dark night sky again.
They like you Kiera, Evelyn said, and raised her chin toward the warriors near them.
Romas leaned back and snatched the kitten trotting toward her, and Evelyn rose to her knees, looking both surprised and dismayed.
Kiera followed as Evelyn turned toward the main house, a sprawling, single-story compound made of brilliant white stone and dotted with hundreds of glass-less windows.
She looked at the band on her arm, then down the hall toward Kiera before propping her chin on his chest to gaze at him.
Being shorter than everyone else would be a boon this night; she waited until the two were out of sight before fading back toward the house.
Kiera's heart jumped, but they ignored her and walked toward the main foyer.
He dispatched the last challenger and strode toward her, eyes roving for more opponents.
The third, the youngest, hurried toward the door, translator in hand as he had ordered.
A'Ran, assuming his sisters could handle the newest member of their family, turned and started toward the white dwelling before him.
Talal strode toward her, and Kiera waited.
It was toward the end of her first week in the sprawling mansion that was her new home that she wandered down a hall previously unexplored.
As the afternoon wore on, she puzzled through what buttons controlled what, which were oriented toward the space battle and which toward the ground.
He stopped at the opposite side of the table, within reach if he chose, which she suspected he would if she so much as flinched toward the access pad.
Kiera tugged at the moon on her necklace as she walked down the hall toward the video game room.
She walked toward the door.
He replaced his sword and strode toward her.
Instead, he stepped away and strode toward the door.
She forgot her shaky body and the whirling of her emotions and strode toward the door, intent on discovering if he had done this and if so, if he had more.
She shot him a look and stepped from the house, moving toward the field with the gifts at her side.
Opal, the tall, thin man, nodded and stepped toward the house.
He released her and moved before her, back toward her.
Ne'Rin caught A'Ran's eye and nodded toward the door.
He turned on his heel as soon as she appeared and strode toward the small area beneath a tree where spacecraft traditionally hovered to release their occupants.
She heard the runner before she saw him and watched as one of the warriors breezed past her toward Ne'Rin.
They started toward the house.
They stepped into the cooler house, and her attention was caught by Talal, who froze in mid-stride along her path toward the northern wing.
A'Ran moved toward her again, stopping outside of arms' reach.
When he didn't object either, she started toward her room.
The pod dropped fast toward the surface, the sight of the spinning world beneath her sickening.
They continued up a winding path toward the top of the lowest of the mountains.
He led her through the small encampment toward the mountain and up a smooth walkway to the flattened peak of one ridge.
He rose and started toward the entrance.
They raced through the quaking halls toward the entrance, all while the strange roar of an ocean grew louder.
Mansr ordered, waving them toward another small trail up a hill.
Their pace out of the dwelling and toward the hills was brutal, too fast for her to keep up, and Leyon ended up swinging her into his arms like a child to keep the fast pace into the rocky hills.
You will follow this path that leads around the hill back toward the encampment.
He gave her a small push toward the path, and she looked down, squinting in the moonlight to see the darkened trail.
She broke from the trail and darted toward it, her heartbeat loud in her ears.
He snatched her hand when none of his opponents remained standing and ran with her toward the crevice.
She savored the feel of his body against hers, unable to deny what she felt toward him and terrified he'd never feel the same.
She looked to Evelyn only to find the group had already moved away toward the distant dwelling.
Nervous, uneasy, she made her way down the wall toward the Council members, who held court with themselves.
He pulled away to take her hand, and they walked hand-in-hand toward the small spacecraft.
He was frozen to move toward her, knowing in his heart it was too late.
As he watched, spellbound, she revolved toward him, but he quickly closed his eyes lest he look upon her once beautiful face.
Martha asked, gesturing toward the living room.
While he wanted to avoid further involvement in Edith Shipton's troubled world, he felt proud of his wife inherent sense of compassion toward anyone in trouble.
Donnie's mother Edith still hadn't returned and the boy was beginning to look worried, glancing frequently toward the door.
She turned toward him.
A startled look appeared on her face, causing Dean and the others to turn toward the hall.
Just then, Edith returned to the room, holding out three crisp one hundred dollar bills, which she thrust toward Claire who reached out and snatched them, without so much as a thank-you, stuffing them in her purse.
She then pushed the three smaller denomination coins across the coffee table toward Fred.
Before Dean could tell her about Ryland, she turned to her husband, "Are you going to let Fred go skiing with that man?" she asked in a whisper as they turned toward their quarters.
She gestured toward the leather sofa against the office wall.
By highway, the journey was fifty miles—ten miles north to Ridgway, then westerly to Placerville and then back toward the southeast, all necessary to circumnavigate fourteen-thousand foot Mount Sneffles and its towering neighbors.
Donnie wouldn't respond, turning away from his father toward the window.
Ryland didn't press him and the boy fell asleep before they had turned down the canyon toward the town of Placerville.
He motioned down the pathway toward where Donald Ryland and the others were climbing.
Instead, he steered the conversation toward Gladys Turnbull, who was the only other occupant of the cozy room.
Once beyond access to the river below, the seldom-used path presented an unbroken cover of fresh white, now blanketed in more than a foot of fresh powder, as it followed the large pipe toward the reservoir.
He reached over and pulled her toward him and she snuggled against him and he could feel her shake.
Just then, the man waved the cop away and began moving toward the pair, but not before giving a nod to second man Dean hadn't noticed.
The police spoke to Fred next, while Dean strolled back toward his quarters, with Corday's question concerning his wife's return echoing in his mind.
She rose and started toward the door.
A breeze pushed the last of the storm up the valley, moving it south, toward the mountains behind him.
As he peddled downhill toward Ridgway, he could see the east side of the valley, exposed to the southern sun, had melted nearly clear of snow while across the valley, draped in shadow most of the day, the western slope retained almost all its recent covering.
Just as he neared the intersection, Dean recognized Corday and Fitzgerald driving toward Ouray.
I made a move toward him, and he high-tailed it out of there.
He tried to crawl upward toward her, but she just smiled down and doffed her beggar's hood so he'd recognize her.
Dean glanced up the street to see Donnie and Martha coming toward them, hand in hand.
He motioned with a turn of his head back toward the ice park.
Then, with her back still turned toward him, she unfastened the drape cord and began tying the knot.
Dean made a move toward her, but she scurried out the door with a loud laugh, still naked, dragging her white dress behind her.
For seconds he was frozen to move toward her, knowing in his heart it was too late.
As he watched, spellbound, she slowly revolved toward him, but he closed his eyes lest he see her face.
With her back still toward him, she asked what must have been the most difficult questioned she ever voiced.
He turned toward the wall and, after what seemed like minutes, heard the bedroom door close.
Janet was backing away toward a stage-right exit now that her lines had been delivered.
As he hurried down the narrow plank catwalk atop the penstock, he caught sight of a woman stumbling toward him.
She clung to the metal railing as if her life depended on it, stumbling toward him, blocking his progress.
He swung his ice ax into the wall in front of him, dug in the toes of his crampons and began to ascend toward Dean.
But he didn't display an iota of love toward her that I picked up on.
Cynthia turned toward him, then realizing what his smile didn't deny.
Dean paused to turn out the lights as his wife walked ahead of him toward their room.
Jackson rounded the corner onto Elm Street toward the Renaissance inspired estate he currently called home.
He closed his eyes and inched toward her, then turned his head in an unsuccessful attempt to retreat.
I thought you felt disgust toward me and would turn me away.
No, any disgust is toward myself,I could not bear to see it reflected in your eyes.