Cross that bridge when we get there, that kind of thing, but as long as everyone is together, we’ll figure something out.
I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.
Daemon stiffened. “Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!
It stole my soul, laid claim to me in a way I didn’t know was possible. It reached down inside me, doing more than building a fire. There was hope in that kiss. There was a promise of more, of redemption. Of salvation.
Daemon snatched the yellow packages from my hands. “Oh! Books! You have books!” I laughed as several people waiting in line looked over their shoulders. “Hand them over.” He clutched them to his chest, making moony eyes. “My life is now complete.
Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears. “There is so much I want to say to you, but I know if I get started I’ll start bawling, and I’m saving my tears for the pillow.” I laughed. “You’ve been watching Dance Moms.” “Possibly.
As much as it hurts my soul to say this, and yes, I believe I have a soul full of glitter and rainbows, I don’t think you’re giving him enough credit,” he said, and if I wasn’t already sitting down, I would’ve fallen down.
I don’t think you have the ability to be completely quiet. Ever.
I was going to give for now a try, myself.
I just had no idea I could collect so much crap while living in a dorm.
He dropped onto the couch beside me, took one long look at me and then popped a handful of the cheesy goodness into his mouth. Only he could manage to eat something so messy and still manage to look sexy doing so.
You know, usually the people who smile the most and laugh the loudest are the ones who... suffer the most.
No. No. No. I couldn’t be dead. I hadn’t even brushed my teeth, for crying out loud. There.
I couldn’t help but ask myself if I was doing the smart thing. I wasn’t, but sometimes the smart thing wasn’t the same thing as the right thing.
It lessened some of the suffocating weight I carried by finally opening up to a counselor.
My grip tightened. His head slanted, and I – A thump thudded off the dorm door, jarring.
I know you deserve better, but I want to be better. I want to be that for you.
There was no aura around him. Nothing.
It’s like the Twilight Zone,” murmured Alex, her eyes big. “Watching them work together on anything, even when it’s just eggs and bacon.
Apollo was the damn God of Cock Blocking, and one of his powers was delivering blue balls.