I would do anything for you. Anything." With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase. Actions did mean more than words.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

How can something so . . . huge happen so fast?

In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, and… “I love you,” he said into the spray of the shower. “I… love you.” As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.

Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.