This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there. — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
It's okay to play turtle for a while, as long as you don't get too fond of your shell. — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
Women were complicated creatures. Any man who thought he had one figured out simply wasn’t paying attention, — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner. — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
“There is no place on you I can’t love, and love grants me entry . . .” — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
“Feelings are not always a guide to truth, and guilt is an indulgence you cannot afford. It clouds the mind.” — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
“He wanted slow. He wanted lingering and teasing, and she was not in a patient mood. As with so much in a relationship, compromise… — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
“Regrets are the most useless form of guilt," Cullen said. "They always arrive too late to do any good.” — Eileen Wilks Copy Share Image
