Answer me one thing,” she says in a rigidly controlled voice. “Do you love Logan?”Perhaps I should lie, but in that moment, after what I’ve just witnessed, I’m incapable of expressing anything but the...
All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me.
We love each other. You love me, you do.” His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.
Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.
Wracking sobs rip from the innermost chamber of my heart, and I give into them, allowing them to fully take over. Pain lances me on all sides, and I bury my head in my knees, giving in to the heartach...
I engage in subtle stalking. That's entirely different and perfectly socially acceptable.
He is the biggest asshole on the planet,” Jarod says. “And in a planet that’s currently drowning in assholes, that’s saying a lot.
I have never seen so much male hotness in one place in my entire life,” Rach rasps. “I fucking love America.
I wouldn’t change a thing. I want you. I’ll always want you.
And his kisses.God, his lips feel like they were custom made to fit perfectly against mine.He alternates between soft and sweet, hard and hungry. And I get it.Though we’ve shared plenty of kisses, thi...
Most of the girls I've met since moving here have failed to ignite any modicum of enduring interest. Of course, I've dated; I'm seventeen years old and as horny as the next guy.
It seems like I have lived a lifetime in just one day.
It’s degrading being routinely subjected to a battery of medical tests to ensure I continue to deserve a place in this new world.
He’s a lovely guy, but there’s no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can’t legislate for chemistry.
No offense, doll, but that’s not something I’m willing to share. I’d prefer to live a long and happy life if it’s all the same to you.”“You can’t just throw out vague allegations and then say nothing...
Sorry has got to be the most over-used cliched get-out clause in the history of mankind. Tossed out flippantly without any real meaning or substance.
Remembering the good has also resurrected the bad.
This was never what I wanted for us, but things change. Plans change. People change. I've faced the reality of my destiny and now I need to embrace that.
I remember how amazing it felt to be loved my him and how he was all I ever wanted.
Part of me can't understand how Mom could do this. But there's that other part of me that can readily relate. Because I feel a pull in two different directions too.
