" He catches my hand and leans over the counter, his breath fanning across my lips. “Sick of roughing it yet, princess?” Sometimes I wonder if that vulnerability he tries to hide will ever leave him. I know it’s not because of me, but rather, a product of his past. But with every passing day we’re together, I hope to stamp it out even more. I lower my lips to his. “Never. "

― Ella Fields , Cyanide (Surface Rust, #1)