I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced. — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“No treasure house of recollection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“She looks so young, so hungry, her eyes full of possibility, of what is in store for her.” — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear? — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“He forgave you though,' said Claire. 'He never held it against you, ever. All he cared about was that you lived, and that you… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“Progress? You call this progress?” I was almost shouting now, anger spilled out of me as if I could no longer contain it. “If… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together. — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
