Life's too short to waste it on someone you can't trust. You should be able to depend on the man you love not to lie to you or cheat on you. If you have that as a base, you can work on the other stuff.

God, I love you," he said, and laid his head on her belly, his arms locked around her hips. Madelyn slid her fingers into his hair. "It took you long enough," she said gently. "What I lack in quickness, I make up in staying power." "Meaning?" "That I'll still be telling you that fifty years from now." He paused and turned his head to kiss her stomach.

His mouth was hot and hungry, and he kissed the way no man should kiss and still be allowed to run free.

Death isn't peaceful; it is just nothing. Everything is gone. No more sunrises, no more hopes, no more fears. Nothing.

Hormones were as potent as whiskey, and twice as sneaky.

The world was divided into two groups: those who showered at night, and those who showered in the morning.

What are you doing?” she cried in protest. “Playing,” he said, the single word rough, almost guttural.