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.

You need to worry less about what everyone else thinks and focus on what makes you happy

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.

If you don’t stay away from her I’ll rearrange that pretty face of yours. - Simon

Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren’t attracted to me.

I hope you find what you’re looking for,” Micah said. “I’ve already stopped looking,” Damon said quietly. “It’s kind of hard to look for something you’ve stopped believing in.

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