Can I take advantage of you in the limo?” His eyes laughed at me. “By all means, angel mine.

Gideon knew exactly what I liked. Not because I’d told him, but because he paid attention to everything about me.

I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

Maybe there were people out there whose love could survive anything, but mine was fragile. It needed to be nurtured in order to thrive and grow.

I require distance from the past in order to grasp the future.

If I owned Gideon, he possessed me. I couldn’t imagine belonging to anyone else.