I’m sorry, Livvie, I really am. You kill me. Pepper spray? I’ve tracked you all over the world and that’s what’s going to stop me―pepper spray.

Each day I was more vulnerable than the last. Each day he stripped away more of my sense of self. And now he'd taken the last of it, the last of me. But who did that make me? An extension of him? Someone new? I didn't know. Didn't want to know.

He'd learned the hard way that there was no future when all he could see was revenge. The only thing revenge had ever given him was a brief moment of satisfaction, followed by an empty abyss. He was through with revenge. He wanted to feel full instead of empty, loved, instead of feared.

I plan to spend the better part of the day super glued to your body." She ran one of her mitten-clad hands down the front of my coat. I laughed."Well then, I'm looking forward to it already. I'll be sure to giftwrap.

I smiled and moved back. I had her where I wanted her, but more than that--I had her where I needed her. In a place where she could admit she could forgive me for the past. In a place where we were possible.

I didn't tell Livvie about my plans involving illicit activity. I was becoming a very well-behaved boyfriend, but I was still me.

There are no drapes in the living room. I don't want to scare the neighbors just yet.

I know you deserve to be happy. I know you deserve someone… better, but I’m selfish. I want you. I want you bad enough to try and be someone better.

If you're sighing with contentment, you're either one sick fuck or you don't grasp the seriousness of the situation. While I no longer kill, I am a killer. A killer in love is a very dangerous thing.