He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.
I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.
Angel, a crowd of millions couldn’t hide you from me. I found you once. I’ll always find you.
Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.
The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.
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.