Really, it's my fault. It was there. A hundred times there. How often did I see it? I knew. It kept happening. Over and over, you'd say you were through with him...and over and over, I'd believe it...no matter what my eyes showed me. No matter what my heart told me. My. Fault.

the kind of kiss that said, I want to consume every inch of you and hear you scream my name.

Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.

I'm getting better at avoiding this, but when something sets me off, I tend to punch first and then find out who I actually his later.

We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts.

I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life... "Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down?

He froze, and for one moment, we stood locked in time. I could feel the silk of his shirt against my skin and the warmth of his body. The lingering scent of the overpriced cologne he wore floated around me. No smoke for a change. I’d always told him the cologne couldn’t be worth what he spent, but suddenly, I reconsidered. It was amazing.