Very well,” Beatrix said reluctantly. “But I warn you, they may be resistant to the match.” “I’m resistant to the match,” Christopher informed her. “At least we’ll have that in common.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.

Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.

I'm not running away from my fears," I told Dane. "I'm running away from my relatives.

I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.

Our gazes met. It seemed an entire conversation took place in that one glance. Each of us saw what we needed to know.