I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.

Beau’s arms slipped around my waist. I knew I should step away but I couldn’t make myself. This was home. Being in his arms like this was where I found peace.

How do I soothe his ache when mine was a big gaping hole large enough for both of us to fit in?

It had been three weeks, four days and twelve hours since I'd seen her. Since she'd torn my heart out. If I had been drinking, I'd blame it on the alcohol. It had to be an illusion, a desperate one. But I hadn't been drinking. Not a drop. There was no mistaking Blaire. It was her. She was actually here. Blaire was back in Rosemary. She was at my house.

Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You're in my tent

Don't go getting all shy on me now, Lana," he drawled, squeezing my sides with his hands

My heart may be black but it was still capable of heart failure.