Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful. — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
“Then he pulled back and looked at her shirt again. “Is this really true?” She nodded. “Every word of it.” “Okay, then. I say you won’t.” “Won’t do what?” He bent his head to whisper into her hair, his breath… — Genell Dellin Copy Share Image
