I am happy; I am in his arms, my face crushed against his padded jacket, his arms around me as tight as a bear, so that I cannot breathe. When I look up into his beloved weary face, he kisses me so hard that I close my eyes and think myself a besotted girl again. I catch a breath, and he kisses me some more.

I&#39;ve learned over the years that people are human and have mood swings, regardless of how talented they are. Today, I&#39;m looking at life from a realistic point of view instead of the way I would want things to be.

Sylvia Day's writing is stunningly sensual.

Written By Jaci Burton

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