When it all started to dry up and the heaviness that I’d carried for so long began to was, giving me my first real deep breaths in months. I lifted my head to look up at him. This boy who I never expected to be my hero. This boy who had been by my side through so many of my life’s changes. Maybe it had always been, but I had never known it, or understood it. But I knew now. I loved Gunner Lawton.
I will fix this. I swear I will make it right. I love you enough to get us through this. I just need you to love me enough. Please, Blaire. Love me enough.
The real Ashton Gray is perfect and I’m crazy in love with her.
I was getting so good at lying. Not something to be proud of.
There are some things you don’t expect to see, and Beau Vincent sauntering into church on a Sunday morning is one of them.
The need to protect her has grown into something fierce and possessive inside of me. I thought of her all the time, and all I could think was that I wanted her safe. I wanted her with me. I didn’t want anyone else touching her or comforting her. Just me.
This was an old game. She thought it cute to ask if I loved her before she asked me to go get her something.
I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be yours.
The girl who never thought she would fall in love falls for the guy who can never love her back.
You’re every song I have ever sung. I’ll never let anything hurt you again. For the first time in my life, my dreams aren’t about me.
I knew our night at the grocery store apparently meant much more to me than him.
Pride welled up inside me to think this brilliant... being was mine.
Yes, we will marry you!” she exclaimed.
Just ’cause it’s pretty don’t mean it shines.
Finding a way to move on from him would be hard. I might never accomplish it. I wouldn’t chase him, but I would mourn him. As if he were dead, my heart would weaken, and I’d embrace the pain and sadness. Until Gannon, I’d never been truly happy. No one had made me feel complete or like I belonged.
First I lost Jax, whom I never really had to begin with, and now I was going to lose my friend, the guy who always made me laugh when I needed it the most.
Her eyes teared up. “Condoms aren’t one hundred percent effective.” “Birth control is,” I shot back.
I just knew Jax. The sweet guy who wanted to go into a grocery store and buy himself a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and took the time to be kind to little girls.
That woman is your mother, she carried you, gave birth to you, loved you from the moment she knew of your existence, lost sleep caring for you, and would die for you if asked. But not only that, she is mine. She is what completes me. And I won’t allow ANYONE to speak to her that way. Including our children. Because without her, there would be no you. Do I make myself clear?
My girl should never have to thank anyone for wanting her. Somewhere in her mind, she thought she wasn’t worthy. That was what hurt the most.