I am obsessed with you, angel. Addicted to you. You're everything i've ever wanted or needed, everything i've dreamed of. You're everything. I live and breathe you. For you.

I’ve died and gone to heaven

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.

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me.

Gideon was a man who’d lived an entirely solitary life, and yet he’d accepted me into it so completely that he could envision a future I was afraid to imagine. I was so scared I’d only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn’t survive.

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

There were thousands of women in New York alone who could replace me in his life, but there was only one Gideon Cross.