“Hmm.. you and I, we're giving each other many firsts.”

“I can’t stay. I know what I want and you can’t give it to me, and I can’t give you what you need.”

“You are so precious to me, Ana. I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then. I can look after you. You can look after me. We can have kids if you want. I will lay my world at your feet, Anastasia. I want you, body and soul, forever. Please think about it.”

“What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I’d give you . . . me.”

“Whoa. I’ve never heard him sing, not even in the shower, ever. I frown. He has a lovely voice—of course. Hmm . . . has he heard me sing? He wouldn’t be asking you to marry him if he had! My subconscious has her arms crossed and is wearing Burberry check . . . jeez.”

“He sighs. "I want to give you the world, Anastasia.""I just want you, Christian. Not all the add-ons.""They're part of the deal. Part of what I am.”

“I would have told you earlier, but as it was your birthday . . . What do you give the man who has everything? I thought I’d give you . . . me.”He puts the keychain down on the bedside table and snuggles in beside me, pulling me into his arms against his chest so that we’re spooning.“It’s perfect. Like you.”