“Eleanore," he whispered again, tilting his head to mine, his lips skimming past my cheek, his breath in my ear. "I'd wait forever for you, you know. If it mattered. If you'd care." "I do care," I whispered back, miserable. His fingers tightened, warm and firm. "No, you don't. Not the way I mean. Not yet.” BeautifulSweetTouching Moments Book:The Deepest Night Source: The Deepest Night
“We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.” BeautifulFantasy Book:The Dream Thief Source: The Dream Thief
