We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.

There was something sweet in watching him pull himself back together, restoring the façade he wore for the world while I knew at least a little of the man beneath it.

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.

Why? Why would you do that?” "You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.

What I want is for both of us to feel safe. What you and I have together shouldn't be draining us like this. It should be the one rock-solid thing we both count on.

It's going to be a lot of work, Gideon," Eva warned him. "I'm not afraid of work." He was touching me restlessly as if it were as necessary to him as breathing. "I'm only afraid of losing you.

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.