That was when I lost it. I couldn’t take any more. Not with him that close, his deep voice that sweet, his hand on me, his eyes looking into mine like he could see into my soul.
I sucked in so much air it was a wonder Hawk didn’t immediately pass out due to lack of oxygen.
God gave us a variety of ways to get hurt out and do it clean. Blood cleans a wound. Tears clean a different kind of wound. You might not like it, Frannie, but you shouldn’t stop yourself from doing it. Clean the wound so it can heal. Then move on.
Mitch tore his mouth from mine but I felt his forehead rest against mine before I heard him growl.
There is no time with my bitchface sister, budding teenage romance, shadowy, nefarious businessmen lurking and Rhonda baffling science by being the first case of a walking, talking, cooking, grocery shopping coma patient.
I love that that beauty runs so deep, even when I have it for eternity, I know I’ll never find the end.
Experiencing connecting with someone in a way so meaningful, it shared just how connected all we beings were through a variety of sources. Music. Books. Art. Movies.
She’d long since tried to teach me that we should embrace who we were, even, or maybe especially, what she called the “special things, buttercup, the things no one else has, but you.
And when you’re that sure and end up getting it that wrong, you lose faith in yourself, your ability to make the right decisions about your life.
There are men out there who know how to treat a woman right and you’re gonna find one, babe, but the only way you can do that is to scrape off the one who doesn’t treat you right.” There.
Tack filled my vision. I held my breath at the look in his eyes. Yes, very dangerous hot guy. “I underestimated the situation. This is my fuckup. We’ll get them, chestnut, then we’ll get them,” his gravelly voice promised. I held his eyes, and my voice vibrated when I whispered, “Yes. Please. Get them.” I understood him. He understood me. He nodded. Then he was gone.
But Mom could guide you on the journey to understanding who you were and help you cement your value as a woman.
You hold your spirit close to the surface for all to behold and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
He already knew to expect this, I explained things and he’s instigating Operation Take out the Trash.” I couldn’t help it, I giggled. Then I whispered, “Operation Take out the Trash?
If you want, I’ll gather all the things I don’t mind you smashing and put them on the coffee table, or an alternate option, I can go grab you a bottle of beer,” I offered. He.
I could get lost in this one, she thought. Lost and never found.
And last there was a woman with loads of strawberry blonde curls who looked like a fairy princess. Her name was Sadie Chavez.
It takes time, but you come to terms with the fact that you were blessed, having once had it at all.
His girl? I was too freaked, and the subject was Jimmy Choos, so I didn’t ask about that.
Tomorrow, we see how skilled you are, claws against steel.