" He paused, then looked up at her. “It hurts, did you know that? Growing.” She shook her head. “How?” That smile again, the one that made her want to hold him until they were old. “Physically. You ache. Like your bones cannot keep up with themselves. But now that you ask, I suppose it hurts in every other way, as well—there’s a keen sense that where you have been is no longer where you are. And certainly nothing like where you are going.” He stopped, then whispered, “Nothing like where I was going.” “Alec— "

― Sarah MacLean , A Scot in the Dark (Scandal & Scoundrel, #2)