Love is fire,” he.
There is no pain, Javier,” I assured him. “Not anymore. I want you to finish your name. I am more yours than I am Salvador’s.
I will never, ever run from you, Lachlan. I’ll only run toward you. Always.
She was a dream that was seconds from becoming a nightmare, a present that was about to be taken back.
Something in my chest snaps and shakes loose. I love her. I love her so god damn much.
When you wake up from a nightmare, the reality comforts you. When you wake up from the best dream ever, reality is a burden, a slap-in-the-face reminder that you could feel this, you could have this, but you don’t and you won’t.
I thought you’d be entirely self-sufficient.”“Oh I am,” I shoot back. “You should see my vibrator collection.
My love for you sings, and it’s a song that will never stop playing. It will play through our deaths and beyond that. And this I know.
But I was Dex Foray and “dramatic” was my middle name, along with “The Fuckmaster” and “Pierre.
Just say it. Just call me fat if that’s on your tongue because I’m okay with that. It’s just a word. It doesn’t mean anything bad unless you make it bad. The word fat doesn’t define anyone and it certainly doesn’t define me. It’s a word that’s not worth anything.
He’s also taller than I thought, maybe six feet, with a slim but athletic build. His pants hug his hips just enough to outline a bit of a visible bulge. Or maybe it’s just the lighting in here. Or maybe I’m just a pervert.
God, he can alpha me anytime he wants.
I want the woman that will wow me, knock me off my feat, make me come after her over and over again just for another second of her time.” He takes a step away from me, hurt and disgust livid on his brow.
This is us. This is the edge of danger. This is a love that has changed everything for everyone.
It’s impossible to not believe in God when you see all the good in the world.
This isn’t just young love she’s seeing between Violet and Vicente. This is mad love. The kind that’s incurable.
My first encounter with him planted a seed and I had no idea how fast and lush it would grow inside of me. I’m tangled in love, hopelessly, as it grows over me like a beautiful weed, ruthless to the root.
She’s a riptide. I’m just a man without oars.
I believe in God. Or some great power beyond what we can imagine. But I think religion is a manmade prison.
We were Dex and Perry and our relationship seemed to thrive on the universe being out of order. Either that or our relationship actually caused the world to turn upside down. It was hard to say.