I Love Historical Romance, Absolutely Love It.

Every Man Has A Weakness," He Patiently Explained. "i'll Find Theirs, I Promise You." "every Man?" "yes," He Answered Emphatically. His Hand Moved To The Back Of Her Neck. Twisting Her Curls Around His Fist, He Jerked Her Head Back. His Face Loomed Over Hers, His Breath Warm And Sweet As He Stared Down Into Her Eyes. "what Is Your Weakness, Brodick?" She Asked. "you.

-"nick?" "i'm Still Here, Laurant." -"did You Tell Tommy We Slept Together?" "no, But You Just Did. He's Standing Right Here." She Fell Asleep. But This Time She Didn't Have Any Dreams Or Nightmare.

Everything Is Your Fault. You Made Me Fall In Love With You, And Now I'm So Upset I Can't Think Or Sleep Or Eat.

Noah, If We Were To Get Married, You Couldn't Date Anymore.

Let Go Of Me Or Slow Down," She Demanded As She Tried To Keep Pace With Him. He Slowed Down. "i Swear To God, You Try The Patience Of A Saint." "you Aren't A Saint, Brodick, No Matter What Your Mother Might Have Told You.