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Ace may have gone about it wrong, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't truly care for me.

... she's been stripped of too many choices in her short life, forced into situations she never would have chosen for herself, and I'll be d@mned if I'm going to be like every other man in her life and impose my will on her without making sure it's what she wants.

Yes, her body tells me it's what she wants, but I need that beautiful mind of hers to catch up too.

Impressive is actually never a term I thought I'd apply to the male anatomy. Men were always one and the same to me.

I might be thirty, but she's only eighteen.

I'm not trading one prison for another. The devil you know and all that, you know?

Never mind that he just might be the most handsome man I've ever seen. Wasn't Lucifer God's most beautiful angel? And yeah, look how that turned out.

The man's jawline is straight and lined with stubble, but not the kind of stubble that says he's lazy. No, it's the kind of stubble that somehow still manages to look stylish and sexy and even a little bit dangerous.

I know she'd be disappointed to find me here dancing in Dan's club rather than realizing my full potential as a gymnast.