If I say thank you will you go away?Yes.Thank you.I lied.
I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are those who are quietly unaware of their effect.
I'd never hated myself more than at that moment.But it was for the best, because a love between us would only end in tragedy and she already had her fair share of that.
I would never give up on you, Alex. Never.Then why are you being such a--What? His voice dropped low. I'm being what?Infuriating. Stubborn. Thick-skulled. Freaking sexy.
I was trying to protext you.He lifted his eyes, and they pierced through me. You wanted to keep me safe?Yes. I swallowed past the lump in my throat. Not that it turned out that way in the end, but whe...
I was the beginning and he was the end, and together, we were everything.
I was more of a ‘run into things head-first and face-plant a wall’ type of fighter.
I was intrigued by the idea of someone being stuck anywhere.
I want you so badly it’s like a hunger that gnaws at me endlessly. It doesn’t go away … You have no fucking clue.Then do something about it, I whispered.
I want this. To prove my point, I ran my hands down the tense muscles of his back and then lower, slipping my fingers under his loose pants. Don’t…don’t you want this? It seems like you do.God, he gro...
I swore to you that I wouldn't let that happen, and I know I've failed you, but I'm not going to just give up, Alex. I'll never give up on you.
I studied him silently. He looked like he always did—a living, breathing statue. Perfection without any humanity, and yet he was here.
I smacked my hand across my mouth, muffling my scream. I wasn't sure what to be more freaked out about in this whole fucked-up situation-that light bulb wanted to kill me? or that he was a light bulb?...
I see you all know who I am, Hercules said. Not that I’d expect anything else. After all, I am Hercules.My brow rose.Seth snorted.Hercules is a dick. Apollo stated.
I scooted out of the laundry room and skipped down the hallway, arms flaying around my head like one of the hot pink puppets from the movie Labyrinth. A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found. And...
I saw Kat before me, her pupils glowing. I turned slowly, finding a soldier on the ground, a PEP weapon by his lifeless hand.I can help, she said. I turned back to her.
I love you, Dawson. I love who you are, what you are. And I don’t think love recognizes differences. It just is. And we really aren’t that different.
I learned that sometimes when someone says something so devastatingly perfect, there isn’t a need for a response. The words said it all.
I know exactly how he looks at you and you do, too … Because it’s the way I look at you.
I knew how hard loss was. It never went away, but stayed with you like a faint shadow that was thicker some days than others.