Never be afraid to tell me anything,” he whispered against her hair. “No matter how ashamed you might feel. I’ll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.

But if I lost you, it would devastate me as nothing else has or ever could. You have so much power over me and that’s frightening.

He inhaled her scent, uncaring of the blood and dirt and grime that permeated her hair and clothing. He was holding her. Finally holding her. “You’re real. You’re real.” She pulled away, looked up at him, the same answering emotion shining in her blue eyes. With a groan, he lowered his mouth to hers. He couldn’t hold back. Nothing in the world would have kept him from kissing her in that moment. He was overcome.

Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.

Life was sweet. Even when it was bad, there was always the hope of better...the future.

Maybe I didn't always know what I was missing, but it was you. Always you.

I want him to burn for me, to not be able to go a day without touching me, holding me, caressing me. He'll be an excellent lover. I want a man who knows how to please me.