He was on his knees before this female, and he'd gladly stay there for the rest of his life.

I want to kiss you again, Tess.” “Why?” He chuckled, low under his breath. “Why? Because you’re beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.

Looking for me, Angel?

She wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.

He was the ghost you never saw coming, death breathing down your neck before you even realized you were in the crosshairs.

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

You stayed,” he murmured... Her softly whispered answer sifted into his hair where her lips rested against the top of his head. “You didn’t let go.