He moved toward her and cupped her face in his hands. "You are so beautiful that sometimes it hurts just to look at you. Your eyes are a thousand shades of brown and gold with hints of blue and green." He touched her cheekbones with thumbs. "Your freckles are like the girl-next-door fantasy brought to life. Your mouth is sexy and soft and when you smile, the world seems like a better place. Swear you'll never change anything. Swear it.

Don't be logical. You know I hate that.

To the stupidity of men, " Dakota said, raising a glass. "And my brother, who is their king.

I think experienced makes me sound like an aging hooker.

Love is always enough.

Sometimes you have to accept how things are. You can make it easy on yourself, or you can make it hard. The choice is yours.

I don't want to hurt you," he said. "Too late.