Mia Sheridan

Because doing it made me feel like you were coming back, like you’d be home soon.

love was all about learning to speak a person’s language.

You brought the silence,

The most beautiful sound I’d ever heard,

Because it was where you were.

And now you’ve taken it away.

Only you, only ever you.

Why did you say no? Tell me.

He didn't say anything for a few beats and then, Because I don't want to be with anyone except you. I didn't want her, I only want you. I only want you, Bree.

I didn't know enough to dream you, Bree, but somehow you came true anyway. How did that happen?

I wanted him just as he was. I'd never hear his chuckle, but that was okay. I had his heart, and his thoughts, and him. And it was more than enough. In fact, it was everything.

that I could see Archer's hands when he raised them and said, You're my everything, Bree.

"You're mine too, Archer," I said. "Everything."

"And now," I said sleepily, drifting toward sleep, "when a thunderstorm comes, I'll think of you, not anything other than you."

Not the place, but his arms. Archer's arms were my home–the only place I wanted to be, the place where I felt safe. The place where I felt loved.