An Offer From a Gentleman

“I can live with you hating me,” he said to the closed door. “I just can’t live without you.”

He loved her. Suddenly the world was a very simple place. He loved her, and that was all that mattered.

“When you don’t make me want to scream, you make me smile.”

“Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said, stepping
aside to allow her through the doorway. But as she brushed past him, he leaned forward, whispering, “Coward

“Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said, stepping
aside to allow her through the doorway. But as she brushed past him, he leaned forward, whispering, “Coward

“I know.” He smiled. “I know. I hate it when you think. It always ends badly for me.”

“I can live with you hating me,” he said to the closed door. “I just can’t live without you.”

as if he’d just suddenly come alive after years of sleepwalking.

Then he’d turned and seen her, and he’d known she was the reason he was there that night; the reason he lived in England; hell, the very reason he’d been born.

Don't tell me that. Don't you know that's not what a man wishes to hear?"
"I don't have much experience with men," she said.
"Now that's what a man wishes to hear."