His Gift Is Slower Than Jane's. It

“bella, I've Already Expended A Great Deal Of Personal Effort At This Point To Keep You Alive. I'm Not About To Let You Behind The Wheel Of A Vehicle When You Can't Even Walk Straight. Besides, Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Drunk,” He Quoted With A Chuckle. I Could Smell The Unbearably Sweet Fragrance Coming Off His Chest. “drunk?” I Objected. “you're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.” He Was Grinning That Playful Smirk Again.

Ian Paused And Leaned Closer To Me So That I Couldn't Seem To See Anything Around His Face, Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It?

You Are Safe Inside Your Mind. No One Can Reach You There.

Look, Just Stop Trying To Annihilate Yourself, Okay? Because If I Think You Can Do It, I'll Make Doc Pull Me Out Today. Or I'll Tell Jared. Just Imagine What He Would Do. I Imagined It For Her, Smiling A Little Through My Tears. Remeber? He Said No Guarantees About What He Would Or Wouldn't Do To Keep You Here. I Though Of Those Buring Kisses In The Hall...thought Of Other Kisses And Other Nights In Her Memory. My Face Warmed As I Blushed. You Fight Dirty. You Bet I Do.