She was a beautiful woman, if not a happy one, and attracting a man was never a problem. Keeping one, however, was a different matter.

I guess I thought the strength of my wanting would be enough to make him appear.

I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it’s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes...” His mouth moved passionately over hers, urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. Or at least that was how Poppy felt about it.

Alone-sex didn't count. It's like the difference between thinking to yourself or having a good conversation with someone--the pleasure is in the exchange.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

Without a doubt... the worst part of being a single woman was having to take care of your own car.

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.