I dropped my phone on the floor and let the pain assail me. I'd given my heart away to someone who didn't want it. Even knowing that, I didn't regret it. I just wanted him to want me. I just wanted him to love me too.

You're mine, Pagan Moore. You will always be mine.

She may have had enough time to deal with things. What if she does come back? What will you do?" Grant asked me. What would I do? I'd beg.

Fine. You don’t want to be good enough for me, then you will never be. I deserve someone who wants to be what I need.

In the screwed-up life I’d been dealt, she was my only source of comfort.

Well, let's see, I found out Pagan has low blood sugar and becomes a complete b--witch if she doesn't eat a candy bar during a stressful moment.

I don't just love her, she owns me. Completely. I'd do anything for her