You’re my dream, Alaric McCabe. And I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment your horse dumped you at my cottage. I spent so much time being resentful and lamenting the circumstances of my life, but ’tis true that I wouldn’t change a single thing because then I would have never known your love.

Ahh, you’re a man used to getting his own way.” “Always,” he said in a husky growl.

She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears. She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip. “Stay,” he said in a choked voice. “Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you.

I don't deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don't want to go back to those shadows.

My attitude is born out of necessity. I've made mistakes. I've made decisions I regretted. I know what it's like to live with regret. I live with it everyday. But if I let it take over, I'd never get out of bed in the morning.

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it.

Tell me what you need." "You," she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. "Just you.