I figured if I played nice, I’d get more time with you.

Sometimes, fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that, though no lies were told, it was hard to remember what was strictly true.

You and I won't lose each other, I will always find you again. No matter how well you hide. I'm unstoppable.

No mistakes, I'd promised myself that i would make no mistakes, no matter how minimal they seemed. if i held her hand, i would only want more - another insignificant touch, another move closer to her. i could feel that. a new kind of desire was growing in me, working to override my self-control. no mistakes.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

That actually is one of my huge challenges right now because I write best at night, no question. I can focus. You know you're not getting any phone calls, I can shut everything down, and I'm just more creative at night.