Dan Brown

Misunderstanding breeds distrust, Langdon thought.

the manager had insisted

stroked his cheek

scent of Balade Sauvage still on her wrists

Langdon admired the elegance of her features

His quiet schoolboy crush on her had gone either unnoticed or unrequited

Even after her professional career skyrocketed

still marveling at how quickly they had fallen for each other during this spontaneous business trip

he pulled her close with a strong arm, and she nuzzled

exceptionally vivid nightmare