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I love being with you. When we're not together, i wish we were
Sylvia Day
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Sylvia Day
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: March 11
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S. J. Day
Livia Dare
Sylvia June Day
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We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.
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What would I do without you? You're never going to find out.
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I've told you before,” he said huskily. “I'll take you however I can get you.” “Whatever. Don't think I don't know you're topping from the bottom.” His mouth curved with unapologetic amusement.
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I know it's not fair to ask you to be with me when we can't even sleep in the same bed, but I'll love you better than anyone else could. I'll take care of you and make you happy. I know I can.
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I had to bite back a laugh. Cary Taylor. Loving you isn't a character defect. Chapter 12, pg 213
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…he murmured. “Of course, you’re my favorite ride.” “Aw, that’s sweet, baby. And you’re my favorite joystick.
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You’re different,” he said, touching my face. Of course I was. The man I loved had killed for me. A lot of things became inconsequential after a sacrifice like that.
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Sometimes love's not enough. And if it's not enough, what good is it ?
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We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.
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Why can men be boys all of their lives, but we women must grow old while we are yet young?
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Even she agreed that a woman had a right to chocolate.
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You have a transportation fetish. I have a Gideon fetish. It's been weeks.
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I look at you, angel, and I want you so badly. I want to be with you, listen to you, talk to you. I want to hear you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want to sit next to you, breathe the same air, share the same life. I want to wake up to you like this every day forever. I want you.
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He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. Where do we go from here? I held him. Wherever this takes us. Together.
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Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.
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Gideon was a man who’d lived an entirely solitary life, and yet he’d accepted me into it so completely that he could envision a future I was afraid to imagine. I was so scared I’d only be setting myself up for a heartbreak I couldn’t survive.
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My domineering lover made no apologies for his caveman tendencies.
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Waking up to you is like... presents on Christmas morning. His mouth curved. For your convenience, I'm already unwrapped. Batteries not required.
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I'd rather argue with you, angel, then laugh with anyone else.
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His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.
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