" Elli, don’t cry!”
“I’m sorry,” she said, sniffing as she tried to stop crying, “You’re like a dream, Shea, no one does that anymore.”
“Sure they do, come here.”
She went into his arms willingly, rubbing her nose against his shirt, taking in his heavenly scent.
“I meant every word, Elli. You’re amazing.”
How in the world did she get so lucky?
And why couldn’t she believe him? "

― Toni Aleo , Taking Shots (Assassins, #1)