"The truth is, Angel," Tryson said, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"I've spent so much time thinking about my life, about the reckless choices I've made—some of them so wild, so thoughtless, that they could have destroyed everything between us. But now, I see things clearly. I know what I want, what I need—what I refuse to let slip away."
He took a deep breath, his fingers twitching at his sides as if restraining himself from reaching out.
"And that, Angel, is you. I want you. I want to wake up knowing you're the first thing on my mind and the last thing in my heart before I sleep. I want to close my eyes and find you there, always. I want you closer than breath itself."