“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
“That’s the thing about true love—we never see the beginning or the end.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“My boyfriend recently asked me to marry him. I said yes. He’s the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever known. Problem is, the diamond he… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Monday night I had to go out of town, up to Boston for a quick meeting early Tuesday morning. My flight was delayed, and… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“He spun my stool around to face him and took my face in his hands. “What do you say we go back to the… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“while the truth hurts, it’s like a Band-Aid when you rip it off. The pain goes away. It’s the lies and questioning that keep… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Sorry. It’s a technique I use to fend off the panic — screaming at the top of my lungs.” “That’s the best technique you… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“How is your grandmother?” “She told Cambria to let me know she was cutting me out of her will if I didn’t break her… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Because music expresses all the things people can’t say, but are impossible to keep quiet.” — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
“Soon, Liv,” he mutters between impatient kisses when we come up for air. “I want you in my bed. Underneath me, on top of… — Vi Keeland Copy Share Image
