You’ve got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel.
V had a passing thought that she used the word “anyway” like an eraser on a crowded chalkboard. She said it whenever she needed to clear off the things she’d just shared to make room for more.
She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.
If you eliminate all possible explanations, then the impossible is the answer.
Well, duh. He was six feet, six inches tall and built like a brick shithouse.
Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.
She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.
We also mark what’s ours. And as I’m not going to see you for twelve hours, I think I’ll leave a little more all over you.
One shot. That was all you got. – Isaac.
Sometimes the only way to know how far you’d come was to return to where you once had been.
When she orgasmed, she said his name. Twice. And didn’t it make him glad that even though he had no voice, his ears worked just fine. –JM.
Fine. If I can’t have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.
Too late Bella. Now, it’s too late. Show me.
Christ, don’t you ever knock? It’s Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you’re still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
Even when there were no more options for the body, the heart’s wishes find a way out, and as with all warmth, love rises. Besides, the will to fly was in the nature of the soul, so its home had to be up above.
John? As it was dark he whistled a what. You are such a male of worth, you know that. You really are.
She’d ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn’t feel lost if she woke up. Because that’s the kind of male he was.
Stop it. Do not feel safe with him. The Stockholm Syndrome is not your friend.
You don’t know this yet. But you are Mine – Wrath.
As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest. -Butch and Marissa.