You’re not my best friend,” West said, after taking a swallow of brandy. “You’re not even my third best friend.
The only thing Beatrix knows about being circumspect is how to spell it.
He kissed like a man who had lived too fast, learned too late, and had finally found the thing he wanted.
Do as you please. But when you’re with Rohan or any other man, you had better keep in mind that you belong completely to me.
Eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves.” “Yes,” Pandora conceded, “but they hear fascinating things about other people.
Half measures. My God. I love you so much that I’m drowning in it. I can’t defend against it. I don’t know who I am anymore. All I know is that if I give in to it entirely – ” He tried to control the anarchy of his breath. “You mean too much to me,” he said raggedly.
Her presence pierced him like arrows, promising a future of endless unsatisfied wanting.
From time to time, I may adjust a situation to achieve a desired outcome for the benefit of my children, but that’s not meddling.
Blood is no’ what binds a family. Love is.
She gave him a smile that crinkled her nose and tip-tilted her eyes. It made him a wee bit dizzy, that smile. It fed sunshine into his veins. He was dazzled by her, thinking she could have been some mythical creature. A fairy or even a goddess. Not some coldly aloof and perfect goddess... but a small and merry one.
You’re not a wallflower. But you have my permission to hide in corners, my sweet – so long as you take me with you. In fact, I’ll insist on it.
I always knew I’d have to pay for my sins in some future cosmic reckoning. But in my arrogance, it didn’t occur to me that a man never bears the cost of his sins alone. The people around him – especially those who love him – have to pay as well. That’s the worst part of it.
The thought of her was deep inside him, at the center of every thought and sensation, as if he existed only as a vessel to contain her.
Let me spoil you,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you. You’ve never had anyone to lean on, have you? I’ve got strong shoulders, Annabelle.
My arms ache to hold you,” he said. “No’ just for a little while. For a long time.
Married life would be dull indeed without some friction; one can’t light a match with it.
I love this part of you, like the sweet heart of a rose. Merry, honey-love... dinna ask me to spend the rest of my life never knowing the taste of you.
He was sooty, muddy, and clearly exhausted, and his clothes reeked of smoke. “Poor old Buster,” she said with a frown of concern. Luke had earned the affectionate family nickname as an energetic toddler, mowing down everything in his path and leaving broken teacups and vases in his wake.
Rhys gave him a surly glance. “I was an altar boy, and I can tell you that reports of their virtue are highly exaggerated.
He learned how to love them without changing them. To let them be what they were meant to be.