“I’m leaving.” Her cold lips barely moved as she mouthed the words. Horror fisted around his vitals. “No.” For the first time she met his eyes. Hers were red-rimmed but dry. “I have to leave,Simon.” “No.” He was a little… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain? — Marian Keyes Copy Share Image
