We think that if we surround ourselves with people, we can’t be alone, when the reality is that we’re always alone.
We lie there in our bed, legs twined together and it’s a perfect moment, so perfect that I dare to believe the past cannot rip this from us. Our demons are finally not as strong as we are. Yet somehow...
They don’t get to tell you who I am. His voice is a rough growl, low and tight. I do. I tell you and I show you, so you get the truth—not their fabrication of it. A muscle in his jaw flexes. Understan...
There’s a price for not taking care of yourself as you claim you do so well. His eyes lift to mine and there is mischief in their depths. I’ll have to punish you.I glower at his reference to how well...
The two men’s gazes lock and I am suddenly swimming in a pool of testosterone, in need of a life raft.
The past is a part of you and us. You can store it away someplace different, but you can't make it go away. And you can't even resolve it until you, we, face it.
The cliffhangers are killer but more then worth it. Surrender can't come out fast enough.
Tell me I helped, I say, and it’s a demand. I need to know I can be what he needs, that we can get through the darkness together. You do more than help. You’re the reason I take my next breath. The ho...
Shit happens, but it only stinks as long as you keep it around.
Reality.
Possession. Demand. Control. He wants it all. - denial
Out of sight, out of mind. It's how i cope.
Oh, please. You have so many rules, your rules have rules. Any woman who dared to date you would need an encyclopedia-sized book to keep up.
My boss is dictating my preventive hangover care, and I just used the word swords in reference to his obvious cockfight with the man I just made out with in a public hallway. I am truly in an alternat...
Memories are the enemies that never die...
I’ve found that in life, the times we need help are often the times we deserve it the least.
I’ve been called worse, he assures me, and perhaps I am guilty as charged. I guess it depends on who is defining what constitutes a lady’s man. The statement strikes me as true beyond its intention. H...
I’m not going away, Amy. You do know that, don’t you?… I don’t need a protector, Liam.I see things differently.My spine locks into a steel bar. I’m not your ---Not yet. But I want you to be.
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...
It’s our scars that define us, Sara. Diego has to live life to appreciate life.