Swear to God, these boys should be locked up. It isn’t safe, men with that much testosterone coursing through tier blood free to roam.
Ava you missed it when it happened so I’ll clue you in. Last night, around the time you fell asleep against me, you became mine.
At the sight and realisation that I was sleeping next to a naked Liam Nightingale, I’m not embarrassed to admit, I think I had a mini-orgasm.
You’ve been mine since you were eight.
Lady Luck finally saw fit to shine her light on me but life taught me to share. Welcome to the light.
Honey, you haven’t even kissed me yet.
We’re not exactly together and were not, not together. We’re in together-limbo. We’re test-driving together to see if we want to buy it.
Bottom line, you didn’t take care of what was yours. Now, as Nina has explained, you’ve lost it, I found it and it’s mine.
My futon was a fancy one with armrests and everything. It was a pain in the ass to get open because it weighed a ton. I figured I’d made the bed when Luke got back. He’s probably be able to pull it out by glaring at it.
Liar. You’ve loved me since I held your hand at your mother’s memorial service when you were five years old.
At your back, baby, now and always.
No wonder. Puerto Rican, Italian and Cuban – the perfect ingredients for a hot, bossy, badass cocktail.
Honest to Christ, give you anything. Anything, baby. But lost enough time. Can’t give you that. Space, maybe. Time. No.
Because, no matter how old we get, we always need to believe in fairytales.
Tack studied him. Then quietly, he stated, “She’s my only daughter, man.” “And she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved, Tack,” Shy shot back instantly.
Belonging to me doesn’t mean I’ll make you do anything, it just means I consider you mine for as long as this lasts. It means I protect you, it means I take care of you. For another man, it might mean something different. Don’t confuse me with another man.
If I could have wished what I thought was my perfect mate on the wind and had her come back to me in a storm, I could never have come up with anything as exquisite as you.
We girls, we’re tough, darling. Soft on the outside but, deep down, we’re tough.
I love you Anya, you’re the only woman who’s had that from me and you’re the only one who ever will.
If you are nothing else in this life, be wise, be compassionate, and be strong because those three are everything.