I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.

I hope you outlive me so I never have to know what life is like without you.

I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

Every cell in my body was telling me that he was my happily ever after.

Morgan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Maybe you’re right,” she sighed, “We should probably wait.”
Owen drew back, and she could feel him studying her. She waited as long as she could stand it before she opened her eyes and grinned. He chuckled, low in his throat, a predatory gleam in his eye.

“Not a chance,” he muttered, closing in.

He didn't pick her; you don't choose who you fall in love with any more than you choose the shape of your bones.