“You feel me?”

“Don’t trust me. Don’t like me. I could give a shit. But don’t you ever lie to me.” He took a deep breath, as if he were drawing her into him. “I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn’t fight me, would you?” No, she probably wouldn’t.”

“you told me I could beat him. You promised.”

“Beth,” he whispered. “Come back to me.”He brought more of his blood to her.“Damn it, don’t you die!” Candles flared in the room. “I love you, damn you! Goddamn you, don’t you let go!”

“Will you get off me!""But I'm giving you CPR-""I will die before kissing you, Hollywood." Z tried to sit up, his breathing heavy. "Don't even think about it.”

“I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.” ― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine”

“What is wrong with you ” he whispered “that you care so much about me ” Blay’s sad smile added about a million years to his age lining his face with the kind of knowledge that came only after life kicked you in the nuts a number of times. “What is wrong with you that you can’t see why I would”