“Yeah?’ Kit asks tersely. He glances over Todd’s shoul-der at me. ‘Do you love him?’ he asks me, nodding his head at Todd. The directness of the question stuns me. My mouth falls open. What the . . . ?… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“Death is the one great certainty in life. That’s what my dad used to say. Nothing else is certain. Not love. Not happiness. Not your health. If you’re lucky enough to be gifted with these things, which isn’t a sure thing by any shot, they can all be taken from you in an instant, like toys snatched by a jealous… — Mila Gray Copy Share
“I’ve never felt this way before, Jessa,’ he says. ‘I don’t want to fuck it up.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“I don’t believe you,’ he says. He takes a step towards me, fluster-ing me with his nearness, with his smell, which shouldn’t be so damn familiar after so much time and which shouldn’t still affect me the way it does. ‘I think you still love me,’ he says, ‘even though you don’t want to.’I glare at him, fury battling my… — Mila Gray Copy Share
“If in our heart we still cling to anger or anxiety or possessions—anything at all—then we cannot be free.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“What am I thinking right now?" I whisper. He turns his head to face me. His eyes look smoky gray in the light from the television. "I'd like to think you're thinking about what it would be like if we kissed. Because that's all I'm thinking about." I draw in a breath and hold it. He carries on staring at… — Mila Gray Copy Share
“He wants me, but he’s also letting me know that he’s happy with just this, that this is enough for him.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“Because it wouldn’t have been fair to you,’ I say. ‘And then, selfishly, I knew that if I slept with you, then for the whole of the next year on post I would never have been able to get you out of my mind. I’d have just relived it over and over every second of every day. Which is what… — Mila Gray Copy Share
“You've been waiting in the bushes for half an hour just to speak to me?" Kit shrugs. "I've done sniper training. I can sit… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“What about you? Are you doing what you love?’He looks across at me before turning back to the road. ‘I was,’ he says. ‘And… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“For what It's worth," my dad says with a slight wince, "though I may have seen a little more of Walker then I'd ever… — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
“I'm good with my hands. Woodwork, metal work, engines...other things too.” — Mila Gray Copy Share Image
