I guess there were two types of people in the world, those who sat around a fire, staring into the flames, and those who started the fire. Seth and I started the fire, and then we danced around it.
Crossing the room, he stopped infront of me. “I’m not going to bite.” “That’s good.” “Unless you want me to,” He said with a devilish grin.
You look like you’re twelve. No. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant.
I didn’t want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.
Kitten, your mind is a terrible and dirty place.
People do the damndest things when they’re in love.
You know what they say about boys next door...
Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.
Daemon was a total babe, but he was stab-worthy, which at times zeroed out the babe part. Not always, though.
You’re perfect for me,? I whispered in my own language.
That kind of love should’ve been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should’ve conquered anything.
It’s just words and words mean nothing. Only action does.
Daemon followed me home after school. Literally. He tailed me in his new Infiniti SUV. My old Camry, with its leaky exhaust and loud muffler, was no match for the speed he wanted to go. I’d brake-checked him several times. He’d blown his horn. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I was always able to lose myself in reading. Books were a necessary escape I always gladly jumped into headfirst.
A few seconds after he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, there was a fleshly smack and then Andrew yelling, “Ouch. What in the hell was that for?” “Your timing sucks on an epic level,” Daemon shot back.
He’s like a suicidal Energizer bunny.
Are you lost, Lea? This isn’t where they’re handing out the free pregnancy tests.
If wishes were fishes, we’d all throw nets.
His eyes searched mine. “Thank you.” “For What?” I loved the feel of his arms around me and how I fit against him, hard against soft. He trailed his fingers over my arm, and I was amazed by how he could make me shiver. “For everything,” he said.
I’m not going to do anything stupid. And even if what I plan is risky and insane, it’s a well-thought-out level of stupidity.