Sometimes she wants nothing more than to shudder delicately and fall into his waiting arms, to relinquish all control and yield to the overwhelming intoxication of his presence. The mere thought of him undoes her; she melts at the sight of him, swoons to hear his voice. And that look in his eyes just makes her want to run to him… But she can't. Because that would be giving up, letting him win, and as much as she wants him, she simply doesn't do surrender. She's stronger than that, morally. So she'll keep fighting, even if it kills them both.
Everything belongs to the wonderful L.J. Smith, not me.