I'm going to say this slowly and use little words in the hope you can follow along. If you call me Elisabeth again, I'll make sure you can never father children. Tell anyone else whose niece I am and...
I won't tell anyone, Echo. I promise. Noah tucked a curl behind my ear. It had been so long since someone touched me like he did. Why did it have to be Noah Hutchins? His dark brown eyes shifted to my...
I need you.I'm here.And we sit in silence.
I know who I want to be and I want you by my side as I become that person.
I don’t understand love very well and I don’t understand why someone would give it so freely.
He’s gorgeous and dangerous. Like the fallen angel Lucifer must have been. This could be the equivalent of a handshake with the devil.
Hey, Breanna.I glance over my shoulder. Yes?Be safe.Those are two enticing and lovely words. I will be. I have you protecting me, right?Maybe I’m misreading Razor, but his eyes travel my body like he...
Her laughter warmed me in ways a jacket couldn't.
He tipped my chin, forcing me to look at him. We have forever to work up to that, Echo. Let's enjoy every step of the way. My mind drifted this way and that. Mostly between focusing on his heart, his...
Guilt nagged at me. She didn't technically ask me a question, so in theory, I didn't owe her a response, but the need to please her swept over me like a tidal wave. But why? She was another therapist...
This sort of feels like green.This is me being blue. Don't worry - you're still yellow
You love me? she says.I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember not loving you. It’s always been there – as easy and beautiful as the sun rising in the morning.
With a room like this, I bet he buys brand-name cereal
We all started off this way - small little bundles of joy. Me, Aires, Noah, Lila, Isaiah and even Beth. At some point, someone held us and loved us, but somewhere along the way, it all got screwed up.
The worst type of letting go isn’t the kicking or the screaming, because at least then there’s enough emotion left to fight. No, the worst type is the silent acceptance. The quietness of the release....
The offers of friendship, the smiles, the nice words – all games. Deep down I always knew it, but part of me hoped for more. I allowed hope. Stupid Beth making another stupid mistake. Story of my life...
The boy everyone sees but nobody knows is with the girl who everybody knows but nobody sees. There’s
Pigpen saunters up beside me. He's in his midtwenties and a wall of solid muscle. Most men wet themselves when he looks in their direction. Eli wants him in.
Noah – his hair hiding his eyes, keeping the world from seeing his soul. Isaiah – a sleeve of beautiful tattoos that frightens the normal and entices the free. Me – the poet in my mind when I’m high.
Noah felt strong and warm and muscular and safe and he smelled, oh, God, delicious. I couldn't stop kissing him if my life depend it upon it: his lips, his neck, his chest, and Noah seemed as hungry a...