The only way to truly be safer, was to accept the dark, to walk in it with eyes wide open, to be a part of it. To keep your enemies close.
I was not crying – eyes water. I think we all know I’m a badass and I don’t cry. – Caleb.
I’m done being the damsel in distress. I don’t need anyone to save me.
Above all else, I had learned the one thing every person has to learn to make it through life: the only person you can truly count on is yourself.
Softly, he inhales and exhales as we kiss. He never stops kissing me; he simply continues to steal my breath, returning it to me only when he’s infused it with his essence. Pure lust lives inside him. Every breath I take should come from his lungs.
My name is Kitten and my master is gone. What could possibly be more important?
Dealing with Caleb was all about perspective. You couldn’t appreciate his kindness until you’d felt his cruelty.
I can’t keep you, Livvie. Stop trying to make me.
Misery I understand. Happiness is terrifying. – Caleb.
If I survive this, I can’t go back. I’ll have to move forward and I don’t know what that means.
Everything is in the process of becoming something else. It’s the law of change.
I was as real to him as he was to me and it struck me just then that I meant something to him. In whatever capacity he was able, I meant something. The irony of that epiphany made my gut twist.
She loves me. It’s quite sick, isn’t it? – Caleb.
Each day I was more vulnerable than the last. Each day he stripped away more of my sense of self. And now he’d taken the last of it, the last of me. But who did that make me? An extension of him? Someone new? I didn’t know. Didn’t want to know.
Why couldn’t he just keep being an evil, soulless bastard so I knew what his role was and I knew mine?
If I had thought grovelling would get Livvie into my car, I would have made a good show of it. I’m shameless. – Caleb.
I was treading the thin line of his patience while falling off the thin line of my sanity.
The intensity with which he stared at me bordered on obscene.
I didn’t want to rush things. Well, I did want to, but I know when I shouldn’t. I wanted to push her up against the door, rip off her panties, and ram myself into her, but I suspected she wouldn’t appreciate it as much as I would.
When he touched me, he made things feel better that i wasn’t aware felt so bad.