“So I'm just suppose to bare my soul to you?" In the blink of the eye, he darkens the moment. "Well, you're asking me to bare mine.”

“Right now, you're mine, just like she was mine. I'm going to pull you under and drown you in me until you can't forget.”

“Moaning, delirious with my own pleasure. I know that I'm selling my soul to him at this very moment.”

“I'm falling for you so hard that I can feel the scrapes on my knees as I'm brought to them. I understand you are scared because I'm absolutely terrified, but I'm not going to hurt you or kick you when you're down.”

“She is no longer here, but he won't let her go. So, where does that leave me? Well, that's easy. I'm left alone.”

“I want you to play for me,” he told her as he passed the violin back.Her elegant fingers gripped the neck of her Stradivarius as she gently pulled it up and rested it on her left shoulder. She turned her chin, so it sat perfectly in the chin rest at the base of the lower bout.“What would you like me to play?” she asked, closing her eyes.“Something you want me to hear.”

“You are so fucking beautiful you hurt my eyes.”