And here I thought you had a soft spot for reckless young girls.

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?

If we could manage any sort of trust again... Well. That would make me happier than you can imagine

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You don’t have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You’ve already got me.