You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

..nothing in your past can change how I feel about you. And God knows I’m no saint.

I can't bail out on Cary," I said apologetically, turning to face him. "Chicks before dicks and all that.

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.

…was designed to protect his heart, to bind me and bribe me to stay with him no matter what. He was giving everything he had.

I don't blame you. But if there's anything else you have to tell me, now would be the time." He pressed forward, urging me to stretch on the couch. Coming over me, he whispered, "I'm in love with you." With everything going wrong, that was the one thing that was totally right. It was enough.

I know it's not fair to ask you to be with me when we can't even sleep in the same bed, but I'll love you better than anyone else could. I'll take care of you and make you happy. I know I can.