A kiss, he said, is a conversation. Easing closer, he continued to speak as he caressed her cheeks with featherlight stokes of his thumbs. "A first kiss", his lips neared hers, is an introduction and then his mouth brushed against hers. The contact sparked, sharp and bright like lightning, yet his lips were soft, unexpectedly so. Her breath caught the same instant his did. Against her mouth he whispered "That was Hello" His breath mingled with hers as he waited, his lips so close she could feel their warmth. For a moment she simply breathed him in growing heady on the scent of him and the tight anticipation gathering in her belly. Then she understood. Nerves fluttering, she brushed her lips across his as he had done. Again his breath hitched, as if he to felt that same spark, that hot need. Her eyes drifted closed, and his voice poured over her like warm cream. "This is, 'I'm Jack'.

— Kristen Callihan

And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?"" La Luna," she said with a smile." Then I shall be la note to your moon" Archer lifted the hard black mask he held and slipped it over his thinner silk one

— Kristen Callihan

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do--to love and be loved

— Kristen Callihan

But at the end of the day, who I come home to, who I share my accomplishments with is what makes the struggle worth it

— Kristen Callihan

Christ," he said to the tiny reflection of himself that floated along the surface of his coffee,"You have become quite the maudlin sop, haven't you? Laughing softly, he rubbed a hand over his face. Step one on the road back to sanity, stop talking to yourself.

— Kristen Callihan

Gray: I feel like I can tell you anything. IvyMac: You can. That's what friends do. GrayG: I've never been friends with a girl before. IvyMac: I'm honored to be your first.

— Kristen Callihan

He breathes in deep, then lets it go with a shaky gust. “I hate this. I hate it so much.” His grip makes my ribs protest, and his voice goes rough. “I feel like some essential organ is being ripped from me.

— Kristen Callihan

He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him. Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man. He had lived on those moments ever since, pulled them to the fore when loneliness threatened to suck him down and drown him

— Kristen Callihan

He's going to kill me. They'll find me lying on the floor, my heart Burt wide open, too full of him to stay in my chest.

— Kristen Callihan

His steps slowed to a stop. “Why?” His voice was a ghost in the quiet. “Why give me your trust when you know it is such an easy thing to break?”“Perhaps the easy giving of it will make it harder to break

— Kristen Callihan