She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

I consider kissing her right there on the dirty couch, but self-preservation stops me. Once someone hurts you, it’s harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn’t stop you wanting them. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse

Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4