He’d never get over her. He knew that without hesitation or doubt. He loved her. As deeply as it was possible to love another person. And God, he wanted her. Every day. In hit life. As much a part of him as he would be of her.

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.

Girlfriends' code. What's discussed with girlfriends stays with girlfriends.

Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?” “Well I would if you’d let me finish,” he grumbled.

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

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.

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.