Just Like Heaven (Smythe-Smith, #1)

by Julia Quinn

Because for a moment she’d felt like herself again, like the girl she’d been just a few years ago, when the world lay before her, a bright shiny ball that glittered with promise. It had been a feeling she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing—of belonging, of place, of being with someone who knew you utterly and completely and still thought you were worth laughing with.

The first starts of love

He had to kiss her. He had to. It was as basic and elemental as his breath, his blood, his very soul. And when he did . . . The earth stopped spinning. The birds stopped singing.

Life of love

He would have kissed her deeply, and he would have touched her.

Wanting

“I burn for you.”

Fire

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Need