“I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.”
“I don't have room for serious in my life."He stepped close and brushed my lips with his, then spoke in a low tone. "I want you to be serious about me,”
“Livia nodded and unwrapped a pink page from the stem of her bouquet. She spoke softly, so only Blake could hear her. But the audience felt the moment by watching Blake’s eyes as she spoke.”
“He lowered his face to hers and spoke against her mouth. "I don't want to imagine you not in my life.”
“And somebody spoke and I went into a dream”
“Why am I good to you?” he repeated, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “Because I can see you are broken. And I want nothing more than to put you back together.”