Marriage for One

I don’t have a home to go back to anymore, Rose.” I stopped, but didn’t look at him. “You’re my home,” he finished.

I want to be that person to you, Rose. I want to be the person you lean on. You and I, we’re the same. We have no one but each other. You’ll lean on me and I’ll do the same. We’ll learn how. We’re in this together.

I’m right here, Rose,” he whispered, his rough voice washing over me like a caress that fired something up inside me. “I might not be what you wanted or needed, but you got me anyway. I’m right here.

That's how the universe works: it gives you the one thing you said you'd never want.

Your heart always has a home with me, Rose. No matter what, never forget that.

You're the only women I want to go to sleep holding on to and wake up next to, Rose Hawthorne. I will never leave you. I will will never forget you.

When I felt his lips against my temple, I closed my eyes. "you're breaking my heart, baby, trying to hold on to something that should've never been. sign the divorce papers, Rose, Please." "I won't," I whispered. "why?" he asked again. "I won't.

You said we could try and see if there is something there. I’m being bold and saying there is something there. I thought you’d put up a big fight and deny liking me.” “Why would I do that when all I want is you? I want us to stop pretending too.

I smiled down at her, but she missed it.

That just happened, right? You want to ... you want us to date? As in be boyfriend and girlfriend?" He gave me a long look, "More like husband and wife, don't you think?

We’ll learn how. We’re in this together.

Ah, aren’t you gonna…” He met my eyes. “Am I gonna…what?” I was an idiot. “Your sleeves…you always roll them up.” I was a gigantic idiot, but…it was always one of the highlights of my day, so why should I have to suffer just because he forgot about it? It was my daily forearm porn, and I had started to look forward to it.

For anyone who has ever felt like they didn’t belong.

I was expecting him to ask me his favorite question: What’s wrong with you?

You and I. It’s always you and I from now on.

Why did I always feel so safe when he was near me?

Being married to Jack Hawthorne had turned out to have its own advantages—apart from the broody eye candy and the almost daily arm porn, I mean.

Rose.” One word, my name, which had gained a new meaning lately. It meant no.

Even your quiet I love.

I sighed and looked up so I could meet his gaze. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’m actually starting to consider keeping you around as my husband, permanently, Jack. I’m really liking these compliments so far, but I’m warning you, you can’t blame me when all these pretty words start to go to my head.

We’re married, Rose. My donation is in both of our names. Let me do this.” I heard his unspoken words as if he had spoken out loud. For you. Let me do this for you.

Are you gonna die?" His question was too much of a contradiction with the tone of his voice and his warm hand resting on my cheek, which was why I couldn't find my words for a moment. "Did the doctor say anything like that? Is it not treatable? If that's the case, let's sit down and cry together and break things.

I don't have a home to go back to anymore, Rose." I stopped, but didn't look at him. "You're my home," he finished.

You’re the only woman I want to go to sleep holding on to and wake up next to, Rose Hawthorne. I will never leave you. I will never forget you.

After all, I was Rose, and he was Jack. We were doomed from the very beginning with those names. You know… the Titanic and all that.

I might not be what you wanted or needed, but you got me anyway. I’m right here.

I’m pushing you?” I took a step down the stairs. “I didn’t say a thing.” “Don’t come down here, Rose.” I paused. “I’m pushing you?” I started again. “How about you coming into my room and staring at me like that?” “How did I—never mind. I’m waiting for you downstairs. I don’t trust you.