When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

If you weaken, I'll be strong. If you get lost, I'll be your way home. If you despair, I'll bring you joy. I will love you until the end of time.

We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.

The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.