“Not me. Give me honesty anytime.”

“I'm not going to give you a hard time. I'm just going to love you whether you want me to or not.”

“Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.”

“All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.”

“Do not do that again," he said stiffly."Don't kiss me back then," I retorted.He stared at me for what seemed like forever. "I don't give 'Zen lessons' to hear myself talk. I don't give them because you're another student. I'm doing this to teach you control.""You're doing a great job," I said bitterly.”

“This is very domestic of you," he said. "It's kinda hot, really. Giving me all sorts of fantasies about you in an apron vacuuming my house.”

“I wanted him. I arched my back, fully aware of how vulnerable that made me and that I was giving him an invitation. He accepted it and laid me back against the table, bringing his body down on top of mine. That crushing kiss of his moved from my mouth to the nape of my neck. He pushed down the edge of my dress and the bra strap underneath, exposing my shoulder and giving his lips more skin to conquer.”