I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.

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

I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

I've learned to allow myself the room to fall in love with what I'm writing.

Gideon woke up ready to conquer the world, and he liked to start that domination with me. How lucky was I?