Love is the sweetest venom.
Lawrence: I told her I wanted her body and not her love. I lied.
Ronan: I fell in love with a lie . . .
She was beauty and destruction.
Kissing her was a tender song. Owning her body, a wild poem. Loving her, my downfall. But she was mine. Or so I thought.
Blaire: One man offered me his love. The other, the world.
I'm falling, falling, falling . . .
And there's no end in sight.
