Jen DeLuca Quotes

I wanted to crawl into him, become part of him so he would never feel alone again. But I didn't know how to tell him that without it sounding like the world's creepiest Valentine's card so instead I kissed him again, putting everything I felt into it.

Simon and Emily." I blinked up at Chris, surprised to hear our names being used. She dropped a wink at me. "As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust. Above you are the stars and below you is the earth. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow."

I couldn't think of a better way to start a relationship.

Please. Wenches before . . . well, something that refers to guys that rhymes with 'wenches.

Hi." I caught a flash of his smile as he bent to kiss me. His lips were warm and his kiss was sweet. Gentle. He only deepened the kiss a little while his hand slid into my hair and his other hand curved into the small of my back.

I smiled as he pulled away. "Hi."

"That's better." He cupped my cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone. "I've missed you since yesterday. Is that weird? Does that make me one of those stalker guys?"

"Only if you follow me home. Cut off a lock of my hair while I sleep. Something like that."

"I thought I'd save that for next weekend." He bent to kiss me again but swerved at the last second to brush his lips against my cheek instead. "I have a theory about you, Emily Parker."

"You do?"

"I do." Another kiss on my cheek, and then his teeth grazed my earlobe, and I shivered. "I don't think you've ever been wooed. Have you?" The words were a low whisper in my ear, and the shiver intensified.

"Wooed?" The word felt strange in my mouth.

"Wooed," he repeated, punctuating the word with a kiss on my other cheek. "Courted. Swept off your feet. Had someone show you how you make him feel."

"I . . . I can't say that I have." That was an understatement.

"Then brace yourself." He straightened up and backed away from me a step or two. "I'm going to woo your ass off.

I've known that guy for more than twenty years, and this is the first time he's ever been subtle.

Oh, God. Was I going to have to yell "huzzah" too? How much did I love my niece?

Entertainment?" He punctuated the word with a bitter laugh. "So, what, am I just supposed to pull an extra bard out of my ass now?"

"Not a bad idea," I shot back. "Maybe it would dislodge the stick that's up there." Oh, crap. I hadn't meant to say that.

Birthday wishes were allowed to be lofty. I blew out the candles and let those wishes fly away with the wisps of smoke. The ones that were meant to be would come back.