If we weren’t running late already, I’d pull this truck onto a dirt road and show her just what she does to me.

It doesn’t matter what’s wrong with him. We’re not going to act like he doesn’t exist. Not anymore.

In the history of risk taking, had there ever been a better reason to take a chance than genuine, heart-pounding, scary-ass love?

I made the decision. I want you more than I want heaven, more than I want to be an angel. I love you more than who I was created to be.

He would give up his wings and heaven for her, a woman he loved but would never truly belong to him, a woman he could never keep. He’d fall and be banished from the only home he’d ever known, but he could never give her up. He’d keep her, enjoy her and love her as long as he could.

And the more he gazed at her, the more he felt a twinge of something he couldn’t quite describe, an unknown surge that bubbled inside him from the first moment he’d caught sight of her, and it wouldn’t release him.