If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.

You’re not the only one who can get possessive. I’m very proprietary about what’s mine.

Love will find a way against time itself.

He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?" I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.

I’m losing my mind without you.

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.

He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.