If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

Wise men don't need concrete answers. By definition, they need wisdom." ~ Geraki

Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.

Adrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.

Something clenched in my chest, and for a moment, the whole world narrowed down to the green of his eyes.

ʺThe contractʹs null and void, by the way.ʺ

He sighed and then focused his eyes right on me. It was like drowning, drowning in seas of green. There was nothing in the world except for those eyes. "I want to kiss you, Rose," he said softly. "And I want you to want me too.