I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

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.

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’d wait forever for you, as long as you’re mine.

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

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.

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.