Women were supposed to be the enigmas, but men? Moody, brooding bastards, the lot of them. A woman with PMS had nothing on a man. Where women might get hormonal once a month, men suffered their own brand of PMS on a daily basis. – Faith.
When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?
Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.
It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.
Some lessons you learned by the book. Others you learned from cold hard experience. The latter may not be the best way to learn, but it damn well stuck.
You look at me and tell me you think you’re some goddamn obligation to me. You look at me and tell me that we’re pretending when the connection between us is the most tangible, overpowering thing I’ve ever felt in my life. If this is pretending, then I damn sure don’t want to know what reality is.
I love you, Eveline,” he whispered, though he knew she could not hear him. “Somehow, I’ll make you hear me and you’ll know that I love you as fiercely as it’s possible for a man to love a woman.
You don’t understand. How could you? We were in the worst sort of hell. We weren’t living day to day or even hour to hour. We survived minute by excruciating minute. The next day was an eternity away and we didn’t want it. Death wasn’t the enemy. It was our salvation.
Stubborn, hardheaded woman.
It is simple. If you want to stay, then don’t go.
I’m not going to hurt you, damn it.
As if he conveyed by actions what he could never say in words. Would never say in words.
I looked at you and knew what was missing in my life. What I wanted in my life. I’ve never stopped loving you, Ren. I can’t make it any simpler than that.
The only way you could disappoint me is by giving up on us, because all I ever want you to be is mine.
He’s no stranger to pretty words.
Let’s just say I’m use to getting my way.