She enjoyed the kisses, but a part of her always wished that whenever she walked away from a boy he’d run after her, beg her to stay, and then promise he’d never leave.

Fate had already decided no one she loved would ever love her back.

No one is truly honest,” Nigel answered. “Even if we don’t lie to others, we often lie to ourselves.

She wanted to trust him, but a lifetime of mistrust made it impossible.

She couldn’t honestly deny he was extremely appealing physically. His rugged face, his wild dark hair, his warm brown skin. And even though she would never tell him, she loved the way he moved, with total confidence, as though nothing in the world could harm him. It made her less fearful when she was around him. As if boldness and bravery did not always end in defeat.

Don’t be like me and settle for the ease of an almost-ending, when you could have the true ending.

Je hebt je verloofde aan een bed vastgebonden?′ gniffelde Tella.

Think whatever you want, but if you honestly believe that’s the only reason I’m here with my hands all over you, you’re not nearly as clever as I thought.

She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation that she’d made a choice with the power to alter the course of her life.

I don’t believe it’s as hopeless as it seems.