It’s a movie I want to watch until I have every scene – every line – memorized. It’s my favorite book where all the words have been read and reread in search of something new, something more.
The only thing more disturbing than the familiarity I feel toward him is the way he looks at me like he knows all of my secrets – even the ones I don’t know.
I don’t know what this is, but it scares the ever living hell out of me. And it hurts. The unexplainable should be miraculous and exhilarating – giving birth to promise and something greater than ever imagined. But this, whatever the hell this is, feels like it’s ripping me apart.
You’re awfully quiet for someone who thinks so loud.
The wall behind me was splattered with his words because they all went over my head.
More chuckles ensue. It makes my cheek miss his chest, my ear miss the thrumming of his heart. I love it when I’m sprawled out on his bare chest, our bodies tangled in sexed-up sheets while we talk about something that makes him laugh.
Inexplicably, she owned a part of me from the moment she was born, and it took twenty-one years for her to find me and dangle it in front of my face in an are-you-missing-this sort of way.
She needed to tell him to stop. It was wrong. He was the devil, a drug, and she didn’t want to be the sinner and the addict.
In life, there were truths and lies, and then there were intimate moments that stayed between two people. Even if what happened between Parker and Gus was wrong, it was still personal in the most private way.
It’s not an expectant love. It’s not a romantic love. It’s not an inappropriate kiss. It’s not even my daughter saying my name.
I wanted to prove that you desired me at that moment and black turned into an ugly gray because you so desperately wanted that release. I wanted you to acknowledge that desire is a drug and no one is immune to its effect.
Levi welcomed another favorite day, watching his world sleep in the passenger seat. Never could he hate her. Never would he cut her again with his words. Never would he regret their love. They were real. Human. And worthy of love and forgiveness.
Put to death therefore what is earthly to you: sexual immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry. On account of these the wrath of God is coming.
A broken bone is nothing compared to a broken heart. One is a scratch. The other leaves a scar on your soul.
Gray. A terrible color. The murky water where sinners thrived. Parker Cruse was a hypocrite. A cheater. And in need of another change of underwear.
Dark, that’s the word. Dark hair strategically styled in at least a dozen conflicting directions. Dark brows and lashes, dark stubble, and hazel eyes pinning me with a piercing dark look.
There he goes, gathering up the pieces of me and tucking them away next to his heart. I let him because that’s where they belong.
I wanted to always remember that all my yesterdays didn’t matter.
Yeah, well I’ve never tried to imagine you before me. Probably because I still wake up every morning and question whether I dreamed you. And when I realize you’re my real, it’s like winning the lottery every damn day of my life.
Are you a little tipsy, Vivian? It doesn’t look like you’re walking too straight.” “No, I’m just artificially confident and chemically relaxed.