She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.
Can you stand a little closer?" "Hmm?" "You smell good. I like to smell you.
Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.
There are no dead ends, just detours.
Love didn't run on logic. It didn't follow neat lines or a list of priorities.
She was tough in the best sense of the word. She'd taken blows, the disappointments, and had worked her way through them. Some people, he knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But she had carved a place for herself and made it work.