The whole of my life I have relied on my beauty first, brains second. It was expected, even requested. But You saw right through me from the start. You are the only man I've ever known who has looked beyond my face and wanted to know me for me. And I find myself wanting you to know the whole me.

You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil"His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger glistening with pear juice.His rich voice lowered to raw huskiness "had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off your fingers

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved

I love you." He stabbed a thumb at his chest as he glared at her.Of course he did. Lucien had never hidden the fact. But the love of a friend, while comforting, was not enough anymore.It did not soothe the restless discomfort that pushed against her chest or quell the loneliness that seemed to grow within her each passing day.

He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man. He had lived on those moments ever since, pulled them to the fore when loneliness threatened to suck him down and drown him

but at the end of the day, who I come home to, who I share my accomplishments with is what makes the struggle worth it

He's going to kill me. They'll find me lying on the floor, my heart burt wide open, too full of him to stay in my chest.

There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?

If you try to take our heart without earning our soul, our heart will break