You don’t need to replace me. You can have me, sweetheart.I pant for air. Say that again.His lips brush my ear, hot breath warming me. How about I just fucking kiss you?
You are your own anchor, Ryke. When you fail, you hurt yourself more than anyone else. Do you want to keep burning or are you going to let yourself rise
The parts of me that I love the most are the parts that belong to her.
My hand lowers to the small of her back, and I leave her with one last kiss to the forehead that feels more genuine than all the others. You’ve bewitched me, body and soul. She glares. And you ruined...
I fell in love with Lo like a little girl opening her heart to magic.
I am very, very attracted to you. The corner of his lips rise. Funny, I'm also attracted to you. What are we going to do about that?Make love and make babies.
I FUCKING LOVE HER! I scream, my heart thrashing in my ribs.
Don’t flash those green doe eyes at me.They don’t melt your heart of stone? I banter.Stone can’t fucking melt … it just grows hot.
Big bad wolf, are you going to eat me? You're a dirty girl, Calloway. My gaze drops to her mouth. Until you fucking scream.
An impassioned spirit truly paints the gray world with color.
You’re my favorite fucking wild thing.
Never give up or back down on the things that fill your soul, Calloway. There is no worse life than a hollow one.
Lily Calloway…all this time, your superpower has been loving me. Tears cloud my eyes, and they don’t stop, especially as he adds, And you’ll be happy to know that I’m not mortal. You aren’t? I choke....
I’ve found that life is a series of crossroads, dead-ends and U-turns. There is no real destination. There is no goal to end all goals. As long as we’re living, we’ll always keep driving.
I am the biographer of my own life. And no one can take that away from me.
Connor wears a billion-dollar grin. Words are my favorite sex toy,
This was unintentional.It became something more without noticing. Without realizing. Am I a mistake— No, myshka. You’re just the unexpected, beautiful thing in my life.
Our love is rare. It’s one I can’t abandon, even if I tried. When she screams, an identical one rips through me. When she cries, my world rains with grief. When she loves, I truly, truly fly.
I’m in love with you, I whisper. He tries to smile but his eyes flood instead. Don’t love me more than your dreams, myshka. Because I love you too much to let you give them up for me.
I’m dirty, I refute, hot tears brimming. You don’t want me. His face twists in pain. I don’t think that. Neither should you. His lips graze my neck and then find my ear. Lil, I want you to ask me. I n...