Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.
I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.
I thought we’d turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.
I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.
The thing about nightmares was that you couldn't prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable.
The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.