- Tears don't become us. - What becomes us? - Action.

I didn't say I would start a yard." "You didn't have to. I'll come back next year and you'll have a nest of horses outside your window and Puck Connolly in your bed and I'll buy from you instead of Malvern. That's your future for you.

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

People don't change who they are. They only change what they do with it.

She kissed me harder, breath huffing into my mouth, and bit my lip. Oh, hell that was amazing. I growled before I could stop myself.

His lips tasted cool and sharp, peppermint, winter, but his hands, soft on the back of my neck, promised long days and summer and forever.

I sense that his drowning but I don't have any idea of how to start to put my hand into the water and save him.