You seem to think you have a choice," Cam said. "But you have it backwards. Love chooses you. The shadow moves as the sun commands.

And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.

I grew up being very shy, very much a bookworm, and I remember desperately wondering how to be accepted by the popular kids.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

Sometimes a woman needs a man for company, no matter how useless he is.

He had found my worst weakness: I was one of those people who was desperate to be needed, to matter to someone.

I never take advice, good or bad. That would only encourage more of it.