Carolyn Jewel Quotes

His Hands Tightened On Her Shoulders As The Truth Washed Over Him. My God, She Really Had Told Him Yes.
He Opened His Mouth To Ask If She Was Certain Then Didn't. If He Did, She Might Change Her Mind, And He Had No Intention Of Giving Her That Opportunity. Underneath His Hands, Her Shoulders Quivered. She Raised Her Gaze To Him Again, And His Heart Plunged Into The Depths. She Had Her Lower Lip Trapped Between Her Teeth, And Her Eyes Were Tormented Pools Of Blue Green. His Heart Broke Just Looking At Her.
She Was Not In Love With Him. He Knew That. Her Acceptance Of Him Had Nothing To Do With The Sort Of Desperate Longing He Had For Her. Not That He Hadn't Known That The First Time He Proposed To Her, But To Have Her Say Yes Out Of Despair Added An Edge Of Pain To His Euphoria. He Knew She Wasn't Indifferent To Him, After All, And For The Moment, That Sufficed To Keep The Hurt At Arm's
length.

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