I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.

Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.

I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself.

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.

The feelings cut too deep for them to be put on display.

My parents never said it. They thought you shouldn't wear out the words

You aristocratic ladies and your gold-plated twats. You always think it's such a honor for me to touch you." He surveyed her with mocking green eyes. "You think you're the first high-kick wench I've ever had? I used to have blue-blooded bitches like you pay me to do this. You've gotten it for free.