He’s not yet realized that by giving away nothing but barefaced lies he’s come to wither and rot inside. But she’s still looking for him into the void of his cold heart.

Marika could feel herself cocking the trigger of a loaded gun and pointing it at herself, because the truth could be too shocking a revelation, something that would shake their lives to the core… but...

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I’m only capable of loving you. You’re tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper...

You two are bound to one another. You always have been … and you can’t run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.

He could no longer pretend not to have been brought to his knees by her blows, and he could no longer avoid the sentiments that his heart forced him to feel.

Matteo lived inside her like a memory that paradoxically stopped the pain and which she could never get enough of… because there was, and never would be, anything that was like him. Wherever she went,...

If she had looked into his eyes at that very moment she would have seen the inferno that she had thrown him into.

Everything around her was in a fog; the intense light that always shone in his aqua blue eyes was the only thing in focus, but it was suddenly unknown… different… almost embarrassing.