She made him want to lose control, something he never did. She also made him want things he'd never imagined for his own life, like a family and someone to come home to every night.

From the moment they’d met, their friendship had been leading to more…

Do you know how often I've fantasized about the color of your nipples?" he growled against her neck before feathering soft kisses up to her jaw.

He'd fantasized about her too? "You don't have to fantasize anymore, " she murmured...

He'd known her for five months, but felt like a lifetime for how attracted he was to her.

He didn't have many friends, but he valued his friendship with Angel. She was kind and giving and one of the few women who didn't look at him like he was an un-caged tiger

Angel was someone he'd never imagined having in his life, but always hoped for. She was more than worth the wait, and he was never letting her go.

She felt like something had shifted between them but wasn't sure what.

I'm probably not long-term-relationship material for now.

Don't blame you," said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

I'm not leaving you if you don't leave me.

Is the distinction between living for Christ and dying for Him so great? Is not the second the logical conclusion of the first?

I've always eaten egg whites because when I was little, I didn't like the color yellow, so my mom would trick me into eating eggs by taking out the yolk.

Kind? How boring that would be. I aspire to be wicked.

If we cannot live entirely like human beings, at least let us do everything in our power not to live entirely like animals.

Life is made up of three kinds of people -- those who live it, those afraid to, those in between.

An artist must believe in himself - Possibly not so passionately as Lawrence - but passionately. Your belief is contagious. Others say - He is vain - but they are affected.