Captivated by You

My wife would fight the world for me. It was miraculous to know that. When no one else had fought for me, I’d somehow found the one soul who would.

Goddamn it. You’ll never be without me. We’re going to grow old together. Die together. I’m not going to live a single day without you.

Are you in love Mr. Cross? Irrevocably.

I'm fighting here, with everything I've got. Fight for me too.

If you’re going to worry about anything, Gideon, it should be me . Because I can’t be rational when it comes to you. I’m crazy about you. Literally. I can’t think about a future without you— it freaks me out.

He buried his face in my throat. “Love you.” Tears stung my eyes. He said the words so rarely. “Tell me again,” I begged, holding on to him. His mouth found mine. “I love you . . .

I prefer to spend time with you. You’re the most interesting person I know.

If she wanted my money, I'd give her every cent. If she wanted another man, I'd make her forget him

Take me. Take all of me. The good and the bad. Everything. Take it all.

He didn’t see in himself what I saw— a generous soul who wanted so much to belong to something greater than himself. He didn’t recognize what a miracle he was. When he didn’t know what to do in a given situation, he let instinct and his heart take over. Despite all he’d been through, he had such an amazing capacity to feel and to love. He’d saved me, in so many ways. I was going to do whatever needed to be done to save him, too.

He loved me so much more than he loved himself. It broke my heart that he’d sell himself short like that. It made it impossible to hold myself back. “You’re everything to me,” I breathed. “I think about you all the time.

She wasn’t like any woman who’d come before her. Not just because of who she was, but also because of who I was when I was with her.

I would have found Eva eventually. And I would’ve wanted her, given up everything to have her. I would have left you to be with her. The end was inevitable.

You okay, angel mine?” “I’m in your arms. Life doesn’t get better than this.

I crawled into his lap, sighing happily when he shifted me into a spot that felt made for me. Every peaceful moment we had with each other was treasured. Gideon deserved the respite, and I longed to be that for him. His lips touched my forehead. “You okay, angel mine?” “I’m in your arms. Life doesn’t get better than this.

Did we choose love, or did we choose ourselves?

Eva: We can write a manual on How to Lose a Guy in 10 weeks Cary looked at me. "Fucking Perfect

That compromise means you don’t always have to be the strong one, Gideon. You can do the heavy lifting on occasion, and you can let Eva do it sometimes. Marriage isn’t about whether you’re strong enough as an individual. It’s about how strong you are together and the luxury of taking turns carrying the load.

We were addicted to each other.

I’m so in love with Gideon. He’s changed my life in so many ways. He makes me feel beautiful and precious. I know it seems too fast, but he’s the one for me.

Gideon brought into my life. The acceptance and the love. The safety. Gideon had given me my freedom back, a life without terror. Giving him vows in return was too simple a repayment for that.

I think of nothing but you. All day. Every day. Everything I do, I do with you in mind. There’s no room for anyone else.

Don’t hang up. For God’s sake, Eva, we’re married . We’re in love. There’s no shame in that. So what if it’s crazy? It’s us . It’s who we are. You need to come to grips with that.

Sure. You two are whack jobs separately. Together, you’re a goddamn nut house.

I need you to understand that you’ll never have to settle for pieces of me. You shouldn’t be settling at all. You deserve so much better. You could have anyone—

Sometimes you’ll lead, sometimes you’ll follow. Expect you’ll grumble about the following part for a while yet.

I would always be obsessive when it came to her. I’d come to accept that. Eventually, she would, too. “There are things I can’t give you. Don’t fight me on the things I can.

She can’t change the past.” “It’s not the past she’s thinking of.” He set his hand briefly on my shoulder. “It’s the future.

Pride swelled my chest. Uncovered by the lack of makeup, the dusting of freckles on her nose made her adorable. Her body told you she was a dream to fuck, the confidence in her posture told you she’d take no shit from anyone, and the mischievous amusement in her eyes told you there would never be a dull moment.

That sensation of being caught—claimed—challenged me on the deepest level.