Anyone who truly cares about you will let you have your feelings, whatever they may be.
How lonely I was, even when I was with him. How it felt, him not making love to me, being affectionate, making me feel desired or desirable. How much it bothered me that, even though I’d talked to him about all of this, even wrote him other e-mails, it didn’t ever seem to penetrate.
It’s extremely improper for me to call a young teenaged boy a douche,” I stated and everyone looked at me. “That said, Taylor is right. He was definitely a douche.
I’m not a big goof. I’m a badass, even with a squirt gun. I totally kicked both their asses.
I don’t fight fair, baby. I fight to win.
No down-to-her bones-Peggy Sue gets her freak on like you did last night, honey.
Learned some things in my life, Duchess, one of the most important, you find a good woman, you take care of her.
You should know, Max and I are fighting and I won’t be speaking to him throughout dinner. I hope that won’t ruin anyone’s night.
See, that’s the beauty of books. We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone. You get a good one, you may even find what you need.
You should feel free to feel how you want and don’t think of what people think.
His tongue felt good, it tasted good, it was all just good. Not just good. It was better than good. I missed this. I loved kissing and, Lord, did I miss it.
But he didn’t hold me when we slept. We didn’t make love. He didn’t curl his fingers around my breast in the unconscious but still possessive way Max was doing at that very moment.
I couldn’t ignore the fact that it felt good. So. Very. Good. To be held, in bed, in the arms of a tall, strong, handsome man.
He always had a different girlfriend and you could tell they were all easy but a nun would turn easy at one look at Luke.
Something that made you believe there was a God but he didn’t make miracles. He created beings and gave them the power to make miracles, miracles both great and small.
I remembered he terrified me. And there was reason. He was terrifying.
Right, now he was a generous, scary, psychopath who was genius at throwing out compliments however they came and unbelievably arrogant.
Now he knew that he’d never miss these moments and he’d always feel that beautiful pain because he’d always understand how precious they were.
Hawk and his band of not-so-merry men.
Fraking phenomenal.