He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.

I've told you before,” he said huskily. “I'll take you however I can get you.” “Whatever. Don't think I don't know you're topping from the bottom.” His mouth curved with unapologetic amusement.

If souls could be mated with wishes, ours would be inextricably entwined.

I supposed, perhaps, you miss the promise of what could have been, while at the same time you are grateful that what it was instead is over.

Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

Waking up to you is like... presents on Christmas morning." His mouth curved. "For your convenience, I'm already unwrapped. Batteries not required.

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.