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

Vulnerability, like he had the power to hurt her or pleasure her in a way no other man could. For the first time, he was uncomfortable with the idea of having complete power over her

How do you maybe hit someone?” Michael drawled. “Okay, so I decked him. At the time he deserved it.

Is there something wrong?” he asked. She gave a short negative motion with her head. And then words, so sweet, like a cool northern breeze blowing off the lake. “You could hold me now.” It was almost his undoing. “Ah baby.

He was better than any drug, any remedy for her illness.

Women were supposed to be the enigmas, but men? Moody, brooding bastards, the lot of them. A woman with PMS had nothing on a man. Where women might get hormonal once a month, men suffered their own brand of PMS on a daily basis. - Faith

No amount of saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I trust you’ makes it true when it isn’t.