Aarica Schumer wideman

“I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears.

The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.”
― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You

“Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.”
I snorted.
Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.”
“He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly.
Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“keep looking at me like that,"
he warned, leaning casually into the counter and sipping his coffee.
"see what happens."

"i'm going to lose my job over you."

"i'd give you another one."

i snorted. "as what? your sex slave?"

"what a provocative suggestion. let's discuss.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.”
― Sylvia Day, Reflected in You