Casey

“It's not the right word, Eva," he pressed on stubbornly, his lips at my ear. "That's why I haven't said it. It's not the right word for you and what I feel for you."

"Shut up. If you care about me at all, you'll just shut up and go away."

"I've been loved before--by Corinne, by other women...But what the hell do they know about me? What the hell are they in love with when they don't know how fucked up I am? If that's love, it's nothing compared to what I feel for you.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“I’ve always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I’ve seen nothing but you.”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“I love you, Gideon.”

“God.” He looked at me with something that resembled disgust. Whether it was directed at me or himself, I didn’t know. “How can you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth.”

“You just see this”—he gestured at himself with a wave of his hand. “You’re not seeing the fucked-up, broken mess inside.”

I inhaled sharply. “You can say that to me? When you know I’m fucked up and broken, too?”
― Sylvia Day, Bared to You

“..."you finally get it."...
... "get what?"...
"That I'm yours... that you can take me... anywhere, anytime, anyway. That you own every peice of me.”
― S.C. Stephens, Effortless