When I propose, angel, trust me, you’ll know it.

His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.

When I propose, angel, trust me, you’ll know it.

I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

I'm losing my mind without you.” His lips were gliding down my neck, his tongue stroking over my racing pulse. He sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.

The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.