Hold me? If you still want to, I mean." She looked away. "Everyday"--then he was there, lifting her into his arms, holding her like she was fragile and precious--"I want to hold you every day. Nothing will ever change that.

I'm not bloodthirsty, but...seriously, she killed you. She needs to be dead.

Not Expecting, but hoping. Always hoping

But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety." "Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you . . . and Niall . . ." She faltered. "Love you from a safe distance," he finished. "Yes.

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.

Will you be my forever, Donia?

He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.