“I'm afraid of never being allowed to feel what I do.”

“I would never give up on you, Alex. Never.""Then why are you being such a--""What?" His voice dropped low. "I'm being what?"Infuriating. Stubborn. Thick-skulled. Freaking sexy.”

“Do you... feel anything around me?""Other than what I felt this morning when I saw how good you looked in those jeans?""Daemon." I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in my that screamed, HE NOTICED ME! "I'm being serious.”

“His eyes were burning a liquid silver and his arm tightened around me. "I would never give up on you, Alex. Never.""Then why are you being such a—""What?" his voice dropped low. "I'm being what?"Infuriating. Stubborn. Thick-skulled. Freaking sexy. "Good gods, can we stop arguing and just, I don't know, make out?”

“It's the same thing when I'm gardening or reading. It's just me and what I'm doing, or the world I'm reading, and nothing else.”

“So? What are you going to do about it? Throw your mashed potatoes at me? I'm consumed by terror.”

“Hell, we my end up killing each other over something stupid next week. It's a possibility. But all I do know is what I feel for you isn't going anywhere.”