Lips to lips. Hands roaming up his flank and across his thigh. Morgan’s touch, even through the thick fabric of his clothing, was electric—exotic—so foreign, and so damn right.

No one knows love better than me.

I want a spark. I want to wow someone. I want someone to know me better than I know myself. I want to dance with someone. I want to see a shooting star. I want to make someone’s day, every day.

It helps sometimes to think out loud when it comes to love and matters of the heart.

Love takes all precedence over fear. Nothing great was ever gained from not taking chances.

Love was so easy to see on other people and so difficult to see on yourself.