The Suitors Ball is fast approaching and it's a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.

I'm already under the covers when he comes in. I watch as he takes off his shirt and jeans, and climbs into bed beside me. On any other occasion, the sight and feel of his near naked body would send my blood pressure into orbit, but I'm so exhausted by the events of today that I'm incapable of feeling anything even close to desire. And he doesn't ask anything of me.

I have never seen so much male hotness in one place in my entire life,” Rach rasps. “I fucking love America.

The craving to touch her is like an itch I can't scratch.

This girl holds my heart in her hand and she's squishing it to nothing with her confession.

Haydn’s instructions are imprinted on my brain much the same way Logan’s face is imprinted on my heart.

Logan owns my heart, and he always will. Whether he is aware or not. Whether he wants it or not. That much I know with absolute conviction.

I remember how amazing it felt to be loved by him and how he was all I ever wanted.

I won’t pressure you, Ari, but I’m not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.