Because It’s Our Duty To

His Fingertips Slid Down From My Face, Lightly Stroking The Line Of My Neck, Down Toward My Shoulder. Everywhere He Touched, A Trail Of Goose Bumps Appeared. How Did He Keep Doing This To Me? Marcus—who Made Every Girl In The World Swoon—had Zero Effect On Me. But One Whisper Of A Touch From Adrian Completely Undid Me.

I'd Never Expected My First Time To Be In A Cabin In The Woods, But I Realized The Place Didn't Matter. The Person Did. With Someone You Loved, You Could Be Anywhere, And It Would Be Incredible. Being In The Most Luxurious Bed In The World Wouldn't Matter If You Were With Someone You Didn't Love.

Adrian Suddenly Glanced Up At Me. Our Gazes Locked, And I Felt Like He Could Read My Mind. How Often Did He Think About That Kiss? And If He Really Was Crazy About Me, Did He Imagine More Than Just Kissing? Did He Fantasize About Me? What Kinds Of Things Did He Think About? His Lips On My Neck? His Hand On My Leg? And Was That Leg Bare . . . ?

Do You Go See Her?" "no," I Said, Refusing To Acknowledge That I'd Just Seen Lissa Last Night. "that's Not My Life Anymore." "right. Your Life Is All About Dangerous Vigilante Missions." "you Wouldn't Understand Anything That Isn't Drinking, Smoking, Or Womanizing." He Shook His Head. "you're The Only One I Want, Rose." "well, You Can Keep Feeling That Way, But You're Going To Have To Keep Waiting." "much Longer?" He Asked Me. "i Don't Know." Hope Blossomed On Adrian's Face. "that's The Most Optimistic Thing You've Told Me So Far.

It’s As Easy As We Choose To Make It,” He Murmured, Pressing His Forehead To Mine. “at Least, This Decision Is. Nothing’s Truly Easy, Georgina. Love And Life . . . They’re Wonderful, But They’re Hard. We May Mess Up Again. We Have To Be Strong And Decide If We Can Still Go Forward, Even When Things Aren’t Perfect.