I don’t have a soul,” he said softly. “You make me feel like I do.

“I suppose life colors how you see the world”

“Shit. I was supposed to be seducing him, wasn’t I? Not the other way around.”

“Eden, angel. Please. Please forgive me. Please give me another chance. Please g…”

“Why am I good to you?” he repeated, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.…”