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“I don’t care. They could scream and cry all they want, and they’d still be like their mother.” I brushed her lips with mine. “Perfect.”
“I was right all those years ago,” she murmured. “You, Christian Harper, are a softie at heart.”
I laughed softly. “Only for you, Butterfly.”

“Do you want to know another secret, Stella? I can’t say no to you. But I will always be here if you need me, no matter how far in distance or time. I don’t care if we’re in different continents or it’s five, fifty years in the future. I never want you to wake up and feel like you’re alone, because you’re not. You’ll always have me. I love you. So fucking much.”

“I love this dress on you.”
“I thought you don’t believe in love,” I teased.
“You’re right. That was the wrong word. Because love is ordinary. Mundane. And you, Stella… You’re extraordinary.”

“You must love that dress,” he said. “You’ve worn it five times since spring began.”
“I didn’t realize you noticed what I was wearing.”
“I notice everything about you.”

‘Despite what I’d said about love being a drug, Stella was my greatest high.
A temptation with no escape.
An obsession with no end.
An addiction with no cure.’

‘A kiss with her wouldn’t be just a kiss. It would be my fucking end.’

‘Darkness was always drawn to light, but I wasn’t just drawn to her; I was fucking obsessed. I would throw myself into her flame and let it burn me alive if it meant her warmth was the last thing I felt before I died.’

‘She deserved to shine without darkness threatening to consume her, and if I were a better man, I would let her go.
But I wasn’t.
My flickering conscience recoiled at the unseen smears of red against her skin while a twisted, possessive part of me thrilled at the sight.
But if there was one thing both sides agreed on, it was that she was mine.
And now that she was in my life, there was no letting her go.’

‘An angel sleeping in the arms of a monster.
Few people trusted me enough to close their eyes when I was in the room, and here she was, cuddling against me like I was a damn teddy bear. Completely unaware of the violence brewing only inches away.’