" Daniel, if you . . . if over the next several days you change your mind . . . I just want you to know it’s okay. I do love you, and that’s never going to change.” He lifted the hand still held in his and kissed the tender flesh of her inner wrist. Gooseflesh skated down her arms. “I won’t change my mind.” His words were a pact, the look in his eyes a signature on the dotted line. She couldn’t tear hers away from his. They were so blue, so mesmerizing. He "

― Denise Hunter , Dancing with Fireflies (Chapel Springs, #2)