I perfected the art of being uninteresting.

I leaned forward on the table and leveled her with my steady gaze. “Do not ever speak to her that way again. If she hadn’t agreed to come with me I wouldn’t have come. Don’t underestimate her importance. She’s mine. Respect that.

I don’t want to love you,” I forced out through the thickness in my throat. “God, I hope you do, because you own me completely,” he whispered.

I love you. I'll never leave you and I swear to you sweetheart that you will never be alone.

You only deserve what you make yourself worthy of.

When you get inside go change into something loose and baggy. And for all that's holy, please wear panties and a bra.

I'd walked too close to heaven and gotten a glimpse. The hell I'd lived before her no longer appealed to me.