Chapter 344 Split Personalities

• There was no trace of desire in his embrace—only the need for someone to lean on, just for a moment.
• He rested his face against the curve of my shoulder, his voice husky. "Tiffany, you said your divorce left your life imperfect. Well, my soul feels like it's missing half its pieces. I'm not whole either."
• I felt the subtle tremor of his tall frame against mine. He really did seem like someone who'd lost a part of himself.