Noah and I—we’re brothers despite not sharing blood, and Echo became my sister the day she put a smile on his face. They’re my family and I’m going to fight to keep what’s mine.
Noah didn’t walk, he stalked and I loved the mischievous glint in his eye when he stalked me. He placed his hands on my hips and nuzzled my hair. I love the way you smell.
Noah didn’t walk, he stalked and I loved the mischievous glint in his eye when he stalked me. He placed his hands on my hips and nuzzled my hair. I love the way you smell. I swallowed and tried to rei...
Noah doesn’t hold hands often. In fact, it was one of the few rules I understood, and it’s not lost on me how special this moment is. It’s like the roses. Noah’s showing me his love.
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...
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's fingers lightly touched the long thick ridge below my left shoulder blade. His voice pitched low. I'm sorry, baby. No one else knows, Noah. Not even Lila. He kissed my back as he slid his hand...
Noah's strong hand slipped over my wrist before he entwined his fingers with mine. The sensation of warm flesh against an area I allowed no one to see, much less touch, caused me to shiver. He rubbed...
Noah’s become a man and has built us a home. Not a structure. Not a physical place to lay our heads, but a home in the sense that it completely matters…we belong to each other.
Not sure how this whole social media thing is supposed to be fun. It's like being back in elementary school and waiting to be picked for kickball.
Not when everything inside me is so twisted it hurts to breathe
Like my brain cells. I find they come in handy when I...oh, I don’t know...think.
People don’t care what really happened—the truth—they care about what makes them feel better, what puts them higher on the scorecard than someone else—even if it’s a lie.
People laugh as I pass. They're judging me and their judgment is spot on. I don't belong here. I never have.
Pigpen earned his name as a joke because the girls fall over themselves to gain his attention. Blonde hair, blue eyes...a late twentysomething version of what I hope to be.
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.
Will you shut up?! God, I can't get you guys to say crap half the time I try to actually say something worth saying, one of you interrupts me. So shut up!
Raw emotions and the need to hold him close overwhelmed me. Every part of ached for him-my mind, my soul and my body. Without hesitation, i closed the gap between us and pressed my lips eagerly to his...
Ryan has this blank, way too innocent expression. Don't worry, Mr. Risk. I'd love to help Elisabeth.He turns to me and smiles. This smile isn't genuine or heartwarming, but cocky as hell.Bring it, joc...
She leaned over the tabe. I focused on her tight ass. My siren ate me alive with every movement. As she took aim, she no longer resembled the fragile girl at school, but a sniper.
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