Mila Gray Quotes

Does he make you see stars?' he asks in a low voice. 'Does he call you his north star? Because that's what you are to me. You're the reason I made it home.

Because it wouldn't have been fair to you,' I say. 'And then, selfishly, I knew that if I slept with you, then for the whole of the next year on post I would never have been able to get you out of my mind. I'd have just relived it over and over every second of every day. Which is what I'm going to be doing now anyway.' I laugh ruefully at how much I'm going to replay this night. 'But I would have been picturing some other lucky guy getting to have you, getting to come back to you every night. I didn't want that. It would have been torture. To know you, to make love to you, and then lose you. I couldn't do it.

I've never felt this way before, Jessa,' he says. 'I don't want to fuck it up.

My God, you are stupid. What the hell does she see in you?

Why do you say that you love me?" He turns his head in my direction, still frowning.
"Because I do," I stammer. "I love you, Noel Walker- everything about you, even when you scrowl at me like you're doing right now. I love you even though you're grumpy and try to shut me out all the time. I love you even though you try your hardest to push me away. I love all the parts of you - the broken parts that you try to hide most of all.

I think you still love me,' he says, 'even though you don't want to.'
I glare at him, fury battling my instincts.
'Because that kind of love, Jessa,' Kit continues, 'doesn't just disappear. It doesn't just fade. I still love you. I'll always love you. And I think you feel the same way about me. And hell, I know I don't deserve it. I know all I deserve is your hatred. But if there's a chance, a single chance that you might still love me, then I'm not going to throw it away. Because I've been through hell and you're the only reason I'm still standing.' He pauses. 'So tell me the truth. Do you love him?

It's going to take a while." I add. "After I've changed the dressing I have to give him a thorough...physical exam."
Walker's eyebrows shoot up and he gives me a smirk.

Come back to me," I whisper.
"Always," he answers, kissing me for the last time.

It's decided then. I'm just going to lie here and have a little pity party for myself because who spends the night of their eighteenth birthday alone in their bedroom playing Angry Birds on a phone where the settings are all in Arabic, wearing a heart-shaped locket their mom gave them? Oh yeah, that's right, someone with no life. And no prospect of ever getting one.

Dear Jessa, I've started this letter so many times and I've never been able to finish it. So here goes again . . . I'm sorry. I'm sorry that Riley is dead. I'm sorry for ignoring your emails and for not being there for you. I'm sorry I've hurt you. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish it had been me that died and not Riley. If I could go back in time and change everything I would. I'm sorry I left without a word. There's no excuse for my behaviour but please know that it had nothing to do with you. I was a mess. I haven't been able to talk to anyone for months. And I felt too guilty and didn't know how to tell you the truth about what happened. I couldn't bear the thought of you knowing. I got all your emails but I didn't read them until last week. I couldn't face it and I guess that makes me the biggest coward you'll ever meet. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I never replied. You needed me and I wasn't there for you. I don't even know how to ask your forgiveness because I don't deserve it. I'm just glad you're doing better. I'm better too. I've started seeing a therapist – twice a week – you'd like her. She reminds me of Didi. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy who needed therapy, but they made it a condition of me keeping my job. She's helped me a lot with getting the panic attacks under control. Working in a room the size of a janitor's closet helps too – there aren't too many surprises, only the occasional rogue paperclip. I asked for the posting. I have to thank you

Once a marine, always a marine,' he tells me. 'And marines never god-damn quit.

What about you? Are you doing what you love?'He looks across at me before turning back to the road. 'I was,' he says. 'And now?' I ask in a whisper, because that's all I can manage. 'Now, I have to leave you

Yeah?' Kit asks tersely. He glances over Todd's shoul-der at me. 'Do you love him?' he asks me, nodding his head at Todd. The directness of the question stuns me. My mouth falls open. What the . . . ? 'Do you love him?' he demands again. 'Kit, it's none of your business,' I stammer, feeling the weight of Todd's gaze on me. 'Fine,' he says. 'It's none of my business. I have no right to ask you − I get that − but you need to speak to me. If you send me away, I'm just going to keep coming back until you do.

Do you come here often?' I ask. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I cringe. Way to go, Kit. Make it sound like you're trying to pick him up, why don't you?

I'm going to inform her father from a separate state, maybe even from a separate continent. And I'll still be sure to wear a bullet-proof best because that man has connections.

He wants me, but he's also letting me know that he's happy with just this, that this is enough for him.

What do you want?' I hiss.
'I want you,' he answers.