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 and Dust have already told me, multiple times, that lots of brothers are ready and willing to buy me as many beers as I can drink tonight, tomorrow night, forever.
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 got excited because he made me grin when he told me that he thought PTSD stood for Probably There's Something wrong but Dunno what.
Pigpen passes the pan of lasagna in Chevy's direction and he takes two squares for himself, the deposits the corner piece on my plate. I smirk at Pigpen and he scowls back at me.
Pigpen pushes off the wall. Won't be far.Which means he'll be outside the door, standing guard.
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.
Pigpen's been tearing through the cabin, the yard, the clubhouse like a toddler on the warpath.
We're strong together, Hayley. Stronger then we are apart.I don't feel strong, I whisper.Then I'll be strong enough for both of us.My fingers dig into his shoulders and I cling to him.I love you.
Quiet anger frightens me. The drunks, the idiots, the ones that rage easily - them I can handle. I know when to step out of their way. It's the ones that hold the anger in, the men that think about wh...
Speaking out takes courage, but fear can make a compelling argument. I’m not saying it will be easy, but telling the truth gives you power...It sets you free.
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...
Screw what Mom and Dad think. Screw the rest of the town. Screw perfection. This girl is mine.
Several photographers have mumbled between each other about my glasses. They’re just jealous because I make glasses sexy, and it must suck to not be me.
She fastens her other hand securely on my wrist, and moves so that she's behind me. Good job, angel. Let him know I'm your man. At least your a fast learner. I rub my thumb over her smooth skin in ap...
The way he stares at me—it’s as if he doesn’t even see the outside anymore. His eyes pierce me as if he can see my soul and the thought terrifies me.
She launched herself at me. I closed my eyes the moment her arms slipped around my neck. I slid my hands to familiar places and reveled in her delicious smell. For three weeks I’d felt like a puzzle w...
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.
She looks happy to me when she’s beside you.I laugh bitterly. She looked real happy when she left.She looked hurt. Hurt means she cares. It’s indifference that should scare you. The same look foster p...
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