I Thought I Would Spend The Rest

He Was So Far From The Gallant Knights In Her Romantic Fantasies...he Was Tarnished, Scarred, Imperfect.

She Felt Him Tremble With The Force Of His Need. He Spoke Just Beneath Her Ear, His Voice Thick With Tormented Pleasure. "you Have To Leave, Sara ... Because I Want To Hold You Like This Until Your Skin Melts Into Mine. I Want You In My Bed, The Smell Of You On My Sheets, Your Hair Spread Across My Pillow. I Want To Take Your Innocence. God! I Want To Ruin You For Anyone Else.

Set The World Afire. Just Let Me Hand You The Matches.

She Had Discovered That The Best Remedy For Heartache Was Trying To Make Herself Useful To Others.

There's Nothing Worse Than Breaking A Promise To Someone Who Cares About You.