So the big, bad, and able-to-mind-control angel thinks you’re his. As in ‘I don’t share my woman.

Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.

"Make me forget." A whisper, a plea. Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?" She wiped away her tears. "Please do." "Ask nice." "Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot."

Surely you’re not going to practice discretion now?

I almost let the best thing that ever happened to me slip away because I was hung up on ideas of what I ‘should’ want. Sometimes there is no ‘should,’ there’s only a single chance to grab on to happiness.

Are you calling me your gift?" "Yes." She smiled. "How do you feel about that?" "Like it's my turn to be unwrapped." He nibbled at her mouth. "Do it slow.

There is one—how would you put it—loophole.” “Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.