“I pulled her to me under the covers, resting her head under my chin. I kissed her head lightly and whispered words of love to her. From now on, I’d tell her how much I loved her every day.”

“See what love does? It makes you weak. Kills you."Warm breath feathered over her scalp as Remy pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "It also gives people something to live for," he whispered.”

“I sighed. "Why are you doing this?" He began to interrupt me but I stopped him by continuing. "You threaten me in a restaurant, you team up with Parker, you two kidnap me yet you feel sorry, you're kind to me and you get beat up for defending me." "That's a heavy question." "I like a little weight to my questions.”

“Can you kiss me here?”

“I love her so much and I want to not only show her, but also tell her just how much. Letting go of her hands, I softly trail my fingers back up her body, playfully teasing her along the way, but stopping at her heart to trace it. I can feel the goosebumps form on her skin as I lower my head down to kiss the line I just etched. "I love you."I kiss my way back up to her lips and gently cup her chin. I look into her eyes and tell her exactly how I feel. "Dahlia, I will love you forever." Then I kiss her and finish telling her my thoughts. "In this lifetime and in the next.”

“I love you, O'Reilly. When are you going to get that through your thick Aussie skull?"He laughed softly, and she tilted back her head to look up at him wonderingly, "What's so funny?"He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed the tight muscles of her neck. "Do you realize you've never used my first name?" he said. "It's Patrick, you know."He watched her lips curl into a smile that made his chest ache. "You've always been O'Reilly to me.""Huh," he grunted. "Except when you're mad. Then I become Mister O'Reilly.”

“Hey have you noticed-" “People are staring at us. Yes I have and I have to admit it’s a little weird,” He finished for me.”