" I am yours, angel,” he said determinedly. “And you, you are mine.”
We kissed as if it was the first time. As if it was the last time.
“You are mine,” he repeated against my lips, wrapping his hand around my wrist and holding it like he’d never let go.
“My angel is mine.”

Excerpt From: Karina, Halle. “On Every Street.” Metal Blonde Books, 2013-03-08T11:00:00+00:00. iBooks.
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― Karina Halle , On Every Street (The Artists Trilogy, #0.5)