Porque lo hacemos especial. No solo para nosotros, para los demás. Incluso sin saberlo, toda mi vida he contado con gente que ha logrado que las cosas sean especiales para mí.

Her voice betrayed her. She could say so many things. She wanted to move to his side. To rub his weary forehead for him. To curl into him. To tell him about the dragon and how lonely thinking of it made her feel. She wanted to run her finger along the fullness of his lower lip. To feel his smile against her own. And that was dangerous.

I am yours,” she whispered. The words cut like knives, barely out of her mouth before he stole them, sealing them with his own lips.

So we stand, occupying the space, watching as ordinary ingredients combine into something we hope will be magic.

Cole gets up and then says, “Adam. Five texts. I can read them to you.” He pauses. “Unless they’re personal.” I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m pretty sure he’s desperately in love with my sister.” Cole snorts. “He’s crazy.” “He’d have to be, right?

I get that you're scared and that you've been hurt. But doing what is easy and safe is no way to live, and a life without passion and love is so far beneath what you deserve.' His words hit me in the gut and my head spins. He's right. I've been choosing alone because it's safe and easy. It doesn't mean that I'm stronger or smarter than everyone else. Just that I'm...scared. I'm letting all of the hurt I've had over the last few years keep me from moving forward.

Arthur nodded, slipping his arm around her and stroking her hair with a movement so soft she wondered if he realized he was doing it.

Thank you for giving me another chance.""Thank you for deserving one.

You are going to bed,” James snaps. “Ooh, James,” Fia whispers dramatically. “Not in front of my sister. She hates you.