Why don't you go get in bed?" I stood, laying my hand on his chest and staring up at him. "Is that a dare?" He laid one hand over mine and pull me closer with the other. Leaning down, he kissed me gently. "It absolutely is. No falling out of it allowed, though.

sometimes, how a situation is perceived carries more weight than the reality of the matter.

He's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast.

Wait." "Stop?" I bit my lip and nodded. "Stop everything, or just go no further?" "Just...just no further." "Done." He gathered me into his arms and kissed me, one hand tangled in my hair and the other one caressing down my back, our hearts pulsing out a cadence that the musician in me translated into a concert of lust.

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.

As we lay in the semi-dark hours later, we faced each other, sharing his pillow. I'd never felt more connected to anyone.

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.