“ He was making up a story, and she was buying into his bullshit. That was a recipe for disaster ”
Do you picture long nights making love by the fire and talking about everything and anything under the sun, and do you have the feeling that of anyone in the world, he just gets you? Like no other person in the world ever can?
~ Miranda Liasson
Because she did love him, and not from afar, not with the moony dreaminess she’d used as a crutch for so many years, but with a deep, aching tenderness she felt might just kill her.
He wasn’t looking for a soulmate. That would require having a soul to share, and he’d sold his off long ago
What the hell are you doing with my underwear?” He kept his response flippant. “I don’t have this color in my collection.
