Siobhan Davis
Remembering the good has also resurrected the bad.
— Siobhan Davis
Shunting closer, I snuggle into his chest, soaking up his fresh woodsy scent. His arms encircle me and pull me close. “You always smell like home,” I whisper under my breath. Smooth, soft fingers tilt my chin upward, and I’m startled when my face meets his. Tears glisten in his eyes as he looks at me adoringly. Pressing his forehead to mine, he kisses me sweetly, his lips making brisk tantalizing sweeps across my mouth.“My heart is your home,” he whispers, his voice breathless. “It always will be.
— Siobhan Davis
Sorry has got to be the most over-used clichéd get-out clause in the history of mankind. Tossed out flippantly without any real meaning or substance.
— Siobhan Davis
Suddenly, I’m struck by the magnitude of the moment. Hurtling through the air becomes freeing, not terrifying. This time last year, I was suffocating within the confines of my life. I would’ve done anything to escape. That my life has come full circle is as exhilarating as it is scary. Life is for living. For moments like this.
— Siobhan Davis
The craving to touch her is like an itch I can't scratch.
— Siobhan Davis
There is so much that needs to be said and too many things that can't ever be said.
— Siobhan Davis
There’s a part of me that recognizes him on a cellular level, a part that seeks his comfort and solace, that feels more than comfortable in his arms. And when he stares at me with that deep penetrating gaze of his, my body reacts in all the right, and wrong, ways.
— Siobhan Davis
The Suitors Ball is fast approaching, and it's a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.
— Siobhan Davis
This girl holds my heart in her hand, and she's squishing it to nothing with her confession.
— Siobhan Davis
This was never what I wanted for us, but things change. Plans change. People change. I've faced the reality of my destiny, and now I need to embrace that.
— Siobhan Davis
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