E.L.James

You’re lucky I’m just scolding you

if you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday

He’s my very own Christian Grey flavor popsicle

My grandmother said the best foreign dictionary is a lover.”

I want her safe and happy, and I want her to know that I worship the ground she walks on.

Talk to me. Ask me questions. About anything. I’m here. I’ll listen. Argue with me. Shout at me. I’ll argue with you. I’ll shout at you. I’ll get it wrong. You’ll get it wrong. That’s all okay. But to resolve our differences, we have to communicate.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS, THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS 1865–1939

He tightens his arms around her and they lie together, entwined, skin against skin. “I just want to hold you. Until the end of time.”
“Will that be long enough?” Alessia whispers and kisses his chest.
“Never…”

In my room. Just you, me, and the cable ties.

It’s just a pretty face, sweetheart.