" You were worrying,” he said in answer to the question she hadn’t been able to ask. He lifted his hand to brush the pad of his thumb across her lower lip. “I’ve decided that any time I see you overthinking things, or if you start panicking over the Hollywood circus, that’s what I’m going to do.” His gaze darkened even further with sensual intent. “I won’t care where we are, or what we’re supposed to be doing. You come first, Valentina. Always. "
― Bella Andre , Come A Little Bit Closer (San Francisco Sullivans, #7; The Sullivans, #7)