Someone has a woman in your condo?” “My brother,” he groaned. “Which one?” “Taylor.
Lie.” “Well, now,” she said, sitting up and crossing her arms, “look who is honing her craft.
So, he hates women.” “No,” she said, looking off in thought. “He’s just sworn them off. Doesn’t want to get hurt again, I imagine.
Don’t do that. Don’t make a promise unless you can keep it.
Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was just me and her. Maybe together we were this volatile entity that would either implode or meld together. Either way, it seemed the moment I met her, my life had been turned upside down. And I didn’t want it any other way.
It’s a difference between want and should, isn’t it?” “Yes. You should do what you want.
We’re not wounded, Liis. We’re matching scars.
He was the kind of beautiful you couldn’t buy, with his golden-brown eyes and square, scruffy chin – a symphony of perfection only flawless genes could compose.
Tyler breathed out a laugh, and I turned to see him staring at me the way I looked at the fire. He didn’t look away; instead, one side of his mouth curled up. Even through the sweat and ash, his dimple appeared. In that moment, Tyler Maddox and his fires filled a hole in my soul I hadn’t known existed.
I’d never realized how quiet the world could be without people in it.
Ellie?” he said. Just the reflection of his ice-blue irises seared through me. “Do you know what’s coming?” “Goodbye?” I said, only half-joking. Jubal smiled, concentrating again on the road. “Maybe not.
I want you. Just you. Nothing else. I’m not just content with that, Falyn. You’re not part of what I want. You’re everything I want. Anything else is a bonus.
There were worse things than finding your soul mate too early in life, and what was too early, anyway?
He reminded me of the typical soap-opera star. His words were fake, his smile was fake, and his very presence affected me like nails on a chalkboard.
A boy without a mother is a very curious creature. If Travis is anything like his father, and I know that he is, he’s a deep ocean of fragility, protected by a thick wall of swear words and feigned indifference.” -Diane Maddox.
Something about being in a hospital made anything personal impersonal. Bad breath, sexual partners, foot fungus, vaginal odor, gastrointestinal noises, even past relationships and bad habits were no longer private, they were health history. In a hospital, doctors were priests, and anything less than cleansing your soul was an act of aggression against your well-being.
I belonged with them because I belonged to them.
Your yesterdays were the path that led you to this chapel, and your journey to a future of togetherness becomes a little clearer with each new day.” Travis.
Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right now.” I frowned. “I need her more than Jesus does.
Have you ever wanted so much, something so out of reach, that once it happened you were almost too afraid to believe it?