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...
He’s right. He is. But thankfully he’s a dickhead who doesn’t seem to know my panties are in Chris’s pocket.
His presence in my life is like the lighthouse in my stormy waters to a ship lost at sea.
His presence in my life is like the lighthouse in stormy waters to a ship lost at sea.
Hope is my enemy. It’s worse than lies. It promises and it takes back. It teases and it rips my heart out.
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?
Husband, she said and her lips curved, before she grinned. Since we can’t wear wedding rings and still shift, do I get my fur lined cuffs instead?
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...
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.
I told you I do not do anything because I have to. And I don't. But to be inside you right now, baby, I have to. I need to. And, yes - right here in the kitchen.
Isn’t that what we all want? To be with someone who consumes us? Who makes us want to give them all that we are, even though it’s terrifying?
I’m angry at Chris. I’m hurt. Well, you know what I fear? This is my fear. This moment when, once again, you shut me outand I’m alone. If you were going to leave me alone, you should have walked away...
I’m letting this Rebecca mystery make my mind run wild. Actually, my whole life feels like it’s running wild whereas only weeks before it was calm and uneventful. I’m standing on a high-rise ledge and...
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,...
There are three sides to every story. Mine, yours, and the truth. —Joe Massino CHAPTER
All the ways I want her affected. I lean in and press my cheek to hers, brushing my lips over her delicate skin, inhaling that sweet scent of her even as I nuzzle her neck. I want you in a bad way, wo...
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.
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
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