Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.

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.

I don't need anything else. I get out of bed every morning and face the world because you're in it.

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

She’s my mate; that makes her mine. Forgetting that will see your neck no longer serving its purpose.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” she purred. “Give my regards to Lindsay.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.