He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. โWe both know Iโm not a gentleman.โ โYeah. Okay, let me out. Iโm tired.โ โThereโs something else,โ he said, and I groaned. โWhat now?โ โThis.โ He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers were sandwiched between us. His eyes looked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion. โOh, no, you donโt!โ I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hard against his chest; it was like shoving a tree. โYes,โ he said very softly, leaning down. โYes, I do.
Cate TiernanIn fairy tales there's always one person who is made for one other, and they find each other and live happily ever after. Cal was my person. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect. Yet what kind of sick fairy tale would it be if he was the one made exactly right for me and I wasn't right for him?
Cate TiernanI don't love you. But I see the value of you, the incredible worth of you, more than anyone I've ever known.
Cate Tiernan