Beautifully Damaged

I couldn’t imagine loving someone with that kind of intensity, and knowing that the one you’re with is the only one you’ll ever want.” I realized that I was rambling so I stopped talking as Trace just looked at me. His expression was completely unreadable. He wrapped his hands around my face as he looked deeply into my eyes before he whispered, “I can...

There are so many reasons I could list as to why I want you in my life and the three most important are I respect you, I admire you, and I love you. Marry me.

That was what I wanted: someone who knew me better than I knew myself, someone who knew all the worst parts of me, yet still loved me.

All my heart is yours: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

I clearly was not cut out for undercover work; we hadn’t even gone two blocks before Trace realized he had a tail.

Life works in mysterious ways, Ember, and the secret is to not think too hard on the why or how of it, and to not mourn what is no longer, but live: live hard and love hard.

There was a note of humor in his tone when he replied, “Mad Dog Max.

It isn't every day a wish comes true and you, Ember, are the answer to my wish.

Could people truly be happy if they were unwilling to put the ghosts of their past to rest? I suspected no.

I suspected he was a damaged soul, but he was a beautiful one too.

It was painful looking at the man you wanted more than a cake pop and knowing you’d never have him, because to do so would mean becoming one of many other notches on his bedpost.