She was like a little sister I never wanted, and then as she grew older, as we grew older, she became something entirely different to me.
He returned my smile with a half grin. “So what do you blog about? Knitting? Puzzles? Being lonely?
Like, together?” He laughed again, and once more, there was a little softness to the sound. “I never would’ve been that lucky.
Maybe at the end of these seven days, you’ll still say no. That doesn’t mean it’s over. Im in this for the long haul.
What’s going on in that head of yours? He asked in a soft voice.
Beth gave birth to a baby girl, so much so that the first thing I thought of was Nessie, and then I couldn’t stop cackling for like fifteen minutes.
The thing was, Colton was confident and self-assured, maybe even a little cocky, but he wasn’t arrogant. He was like a unicorn.
So, you guys are like us in other, uh, departments?
I’d wanted the truth, but actually hearing it – seeing it – was totally different.
Not the kind of love that was fueled by need and that destroyed cities and entire civilizations, but the kind that rebuilt them, that much I knew.
I’m worried. I’m worried for a thousand different reasons and I hate this – I hate feeling like I can’t do anything about it. That history is on repeat and even though I can see it as clear as day, I can’t stop it.” – Daemon.
You can’t judge an entire race based on a few individuals.
The dimly lit tunnel smelled of mold and butt – moldy butt.
Daemon parked as far away as he could, obviously more afraid of getting dings in Dolly’s side then us being eaten by Bigfoot.
He was watching Supernatural reruns. “Good choice,” I commented. “They’re two brothers I’d like to meet in real life.
Daemon kissed me.
Dee would not be taking him to Olive Garden. That was where I drew the line.
His jeans were zipped but unbuttoned, and they hung indecently low – like, so low, they had to be held up by alien superpowers. He had those muscles on either side of his hips, the kind that formed indents. I didn’t even know what they were called, but boy, oh boy, did he ever have them. There was a faint dusting of hair that disappeared below the jeans.
Sebastian: Even if we end up at different colleges. We’re not going to become strangers. That’s never going to happen to us. We’re always going to be friends. No matter what.
Sebastian: You know what? Losing them is something I cannot even process right now. Hell if I ever will be able to. But losing you? I would never get over that.