I don’t know how many nights remain to us, but I know I want to spend them all with you.

Knives and candlelight,” he said, “how romantic.

She seemed like the kind of woman who would fall in love with the sky.

Why do women always feel they have to settle for less?

You are my star and you have made me see,” he tells her, “and I am the air beneath your wings, never rending, never ending.

You think I'm gorgeous?”“When I look at you, all I can think about are the the different ways I'd like to fuck you.”“So that's a yes then?” she said shyly.“No, darlin. It's an I-hope-you-weren't-planning-on-sleeping-alone-tonight.

Out running errands—be back before noon. I made a list of some things I like. Check the ones you're interested in, underline any maybes, and cross off your no's. I'm going to do two of the things on that list to you when I get back—your choice. Surprise me.-M

Such a dark green, his eyes. They reminded her of the forest, of all the dangers lying dormant behind that verdant cloak of leaves.

There it is,” he breathed. “That’s how you looked the night you came to me. Hot and golden, with that black dress all but falling off your body. You looked at me just like that.