People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.

'What about stress? Are you using your stress-management techniques when things seem to be getting on top of you?' 'Nothing is getting on top of me.' As I said it, a totally inappropriate picture popped into my mind. 'What are you feeling?' Jake's breath warm against my face, my bruised lips tingling from his kisses. 'Tell me what it feels like with me inside you.'

Shrugging out of the damaged shirt, Jake said roughly, “I still dream about you.” “I have nightmares about you.” I dragged my T-shirt over my head, threw it aside.

I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.

If there was one life skill everyone on the planet needed, it was the ability to think with critical objectivity

Have I ever told you, you look like Monty Clift? he inquired in a deep, seductive voice. Before or after the accident?