“You're here." I look up at him. "I am." My voice is soft, but I can tell by the smirk on his face that he hears me just fine. "Does that mean not really is a no then?" His face… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“God, I wish I could see your face when I ask you this question. Here goes: Is there a chance you could love me? Even a little? Because I do – love you. And I think you know that already too.” — Anne Eliot Copy Share Image
