My body hums in reply, and I fight the seductive lethargy threatening to consume both my anger, and my capacity for logic.
Memories are the enemies that never die, he says, turning away and shoving open his door, leaving me with the pain carved in those words that I am fairly certain he didn’t want me to hear. But I did,...
If you look closely and objectively, it becomes clear that life is just one big revolving door of people: some who matter, some who don’t. Some that matter until they don’t.
I don’t know where he begins and where I end, but maybe that’s the glory of who we’ve become. We begin and end together. We’re a puzzle that fits perfectly together, where we fit nowhere else. And rig...
Hope is my enemy. It’s worse than lies. It promises and it takes back. It teases and it rips my heart out.
He stills, and our eyes lock, his narrowing, holding mine captive. Run to me, not from me.
He pulls the door shut behind him and drags me against him, murmuring softly, I understand why you left. I understand everything. I cling to him, holding on for what feels like dear life. I should hav...
He is an addiction, and addictions are never good for you. He’s taking me deeper into his world, deeper into his dark desires, but I’m never able to get behind the physical aspect of our relationship....
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me. —Al Capone CHAPTER
Don’t let your tongue be your worst enemy. —John Franzese CHAPTER
Do you know what happens when you push a dragon? They burn you alive, baby. You’re playing with fire. I’ve played with fire tonight with Chris, pushed him to be that dragon, and the way he’s looking a...
After saying goodbye, he makes another call that is quick and in French before setting his phone on the counter, crossing his arms over his black Sons of Anarchy T-shirt.
Spreads his fingers on my cheek, his thumb stroking a seductive line along my jaw, his voice lower and deeper as he adds, No secrets. No in between.
The rush of fear is far better than the defeat of boredom. The high of not knowing what comes next is so much better than always knowing one day will be like the last. Never anticipation, never feelin...
I look deep into his eyes and find myself wrapped in the familiar connection we share. It streams through me like moonlight on a bay, glistening through my soul.
How many of us allow others to define us and thus we become what they want us to be, not what we should be or could be?
He wants you. I want you. I can’t walk away from you, Amy, and I have this sense that you could bolt at any minute. And yes, you’re right. I’m being barbaric. And intense. That’s who I am and I can’t...
Any man who isn’t married by thirty-five is either gay or he’s got skeletons in his closet.