She’d conjured love in the heart of a man whose soul had been frozen for years, anesthetized by too much pain and guilt to bear.
She chews her lip, staring into my eyes. Okay... Why did you kiss me in Austin? I laugh softly and she frowns. Sorry. That one's too easy. My gaze flicks to her mouth and back. I'd wanted to kiss you...
Or maybe I look in the mirror every day and am scared as shit that I’ll see either of my parents looking back at me.
My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.
Lucas was fifteen minutes late to class on Friday, and we had a pop quiz first thing—which he missed. My first thought was how irresponsible it was to miss a quiz… and then I remembered that I missed...
I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.
It’s my baby. I can’t just let her give it away—
I was long done ignoring offhand sexism. Excusing minor asshattery too often led to more deliberate misogyny and sometimes the kind of abuse Mindi and Jacqueline had suffered.
I was like water trying to choose a suitable form—ice or vapor.
I heard one muffled sniff and knew she wascrying. Damn Chaz. Damn Buck. Damn Lucas/Landon/whoever the hell he was.
I don't know why it's so hard for me to say those three words. Most guys throw it around like breath, like bait.
I do, absolutely, want to kiss you right now. Badly.
I didn't know much about Lucas beyond his striking good looks and his ability to beat the shit out of someone.
His protective wall had become a fortress holding him hostage rather than giving sanctuary.
He’d better stay the hell away from you or I will whip out the lawnmower on his ass, she declared.That move’s not for ass use, I joked
Good God, what did he not remember?
Finally, here’s to everyone who has survived something devastating—something that shattered your self-confidence and distorted your world in one blow. Whether you were fierce in the face of it or fell...
But girls willing to share your bed don't equal girls willing to put up with your random crap moods, listen to your exhaustive legal opinions, or support your life's goals the way someone who loves yo...
Because having the ability to make my skin my own again saved my life.
No cray,Daddy he whisper