We are literally made of stardust.” Moonlight danced off the tips of Elle’s pale blond eyelashes and made her eyes twinkle. If anyone was made of star stuff, it was her.

Because when I’m around you, I lose my head.” “The feeling’s mutual. I told you, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

The way I see it, you can’t rush something you want to last forever.

But I think you’re right. With the right person, I don’t think it matters what you do or where you are.

Because perhaps if she understood astrology, she’d understand Elle, and if she understood Elle perhaps, she’d be able to untangle what it was about her that she couldn’t shake.

Fun fact – the moon doesn’t actually produce any light of its own. It reflects light from the sun, making it appear bright at night. So, if I look like the moon, I guess that means I’m reflecting the light thats around me.

Eavesdropping was wrong, but she was weak.

There was only so much chafing a girl could handle, and Elle Jones had reached her limit.

She wanted all of Elle – the good, the bad, the messy.

He’d fly her to the moon if it made her happy.