I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Who's there?" "Me, is all" Foyle said. "You know me". "Where are you?" "Here. Where I always been, me." "But there's no… — Alfred Bester Copy Share Image
“Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You're mine, Angel," he murmured, brushing the words across my jawbone as I arched my neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
