Because I realized during the past few days that I can’t leave doubt in anyone’s mind about to whom you belong. Especially not yours.

I wondered how many times in my life I had done something just because I wanted to without weighing the consequences.

A lang, lang time ago…” MacPhee began, ignoring St.Vincent’s low groan, “there was a bonnie maid called Malvina. She was the betrothed of Oscar, the braw warrior who won her heart. Oscar bade his beloved tae wait for him while he went tae seek his fortune. But one black day Malvina received word that her lover had been killed in battle. He would lie forever in eternal rest in the faraway hills…lost in endless slumber…” “God, I envy him,” St. Vincent said feelingly, rubbing his own dark-circled eyes.

Rohan's fingertips drifted with stunning delicacy over her throat, behind her ear, pushing into the satiny warmth of her hair. "You are an interesting woman Amelia." Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. "I can't f-fathom why you would think so." His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. "I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page." A smile curved the corners of his lips as he added huskily, "Footnotes included.

Set the world afire. Just let me hand you the matches.

A good conversation always involves a certain amount of complaining. I like to bond over mutual hatreds and petty grievances.

I have always been an obsessive reader - I remember going back and forth to the local library with stacks of books taller than I was.