Serena, I don't want the light. I just want you.

Serena's mind was completely filled with that voice, she thought she was past the age of hearing love through her ears, but with words like that coming out of his mouth, it was as if the tenderness of the whole world had fallen into her eyes.

His hurt, his concealment, didn't seem to matter so much.

The corners of her mouth turned a little sour; if she was in love with Matthew, then the love between them was the love between two thin-skinned, bleeding-heart pessimists, the love between the bad guys and the bad guys.

They know each other's cards,...