What you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine cellars to keep from thinking about you." "Why? Was kissing me that bad?" A devil-solf whisper. "No sweetheart. It was that good.

When you are in love' hypocrisy won over principle.

I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.

I had never felt the allure of another human being this strongly, warmth and curiosity mixing to form an unspoken question in the air.

A woman could do that to you - reach that place in your soul where the best and worst of you was kept. And once she was there, she owned that place and never left.

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven," Poppy said glumly. "Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes.