God, I want to die in you.

...if I know him and like him just a little bit more than I already do, our emotional connection will be too strong for me to ever go back to the way I was before him.

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

I want your hands on my head.” I nod and edge back to make room for him. “Does it calm your racing thoughts?” He shakes his head, then takes my hand and spreads it open over his wide chest, his voice textured as he traps my gaze with his. “It calms me here.

I'll never recover if he breaks my heart. ~Brooke

I'll never have enough of you, never.

I'm addicted to you. You're my crack, and you also happen to be the only dealer.