“Amore.” Giacomo pressed a hand against his heart. “How we suffer for it.”
“He closed his hand around my wrist and pressed my hand flat against his chest. “The way I see it, Elle, scars are proof we can survive.”
“Cade grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest. "You are right here forever, and no magic tricks or sorcery can pry you from my heart.”
“I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.”
“He made a sound of frustation, caught at her hand, brought it to his chest, and pressed it flat over his heart. The steady beat hammered against her palm. "Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.”
“She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?”