I just didn't know how much of this I was capable of. How far this - whatever it was - would actually go before old fears overshadowed the warmth.

While the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.” I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. “Well, that was…really sort of perfect.” “I’m really sort of perfect … Everyone else knows that. You’re just a little slow on the uptake.

I took a drink. "I guess it's different for you.""Hmm?" "I bet you have girls hanging all over you. Dozens would probably kill to be in my spot and here I am, allergic to your bread.

What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.

I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old." "Even when I'm old?" "Even then.

My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.