He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed. He wanted to peel every last inch of her clothing from her body, and then he wanted to worship her. He wanted to show her all the things he wasn’t sure he knew how to say.

My mother is convinced that yellow is a happy color and that a happy girl would get a husband. -Penelope Featherington

Every unmarried man is looking for a wife. They just don't always know it.

I have to tell you it was the first time even after all these years of expecting my own death that i truly knew what it meant to die because with you gone there was nothing left for me to live for.

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Love works in mysterious ways.

And so Harry became proficient in the task of cleaning up vomit.