You can't control everything. You can't control how someone feels about you. Or what makes them tick. You can only control how you react, how you act, how you think and feel.

I cannot allow another man to take what I already consider mine.

I love you,” he said fiercely. “ ’Tis not true that I kept a part of my heart locked away from you. You own all of it, lass. You’ve always owned it. I didn’t give it to you. You took it from the very start.

And you look beautiful without it, but I want you to feel just as beautiful as I see you.

Fantasies were safe. It was a break from reality. A chance to act on desires for a short period of time.

I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity.

She smiled then, an adorable, sweet smile that took his breath away. He forgot all about trying to maintain an air of civility. His inner caveman came barreling out, grunting and pounding his chest and muttering unintelligible words.