I tasted blood in my mouth. Maybe I’d bitten my tongue. Maybe my heart had broken, and that was what happened when hearts broke inside the body. They bled from the inside out.
Wincing, I turned, gave her a salute, because that’s what mafia hit men do when they’re in a bathroom with a naked girl, they salute her like a freaking boy scout, and then leave.
Funny how words that are supposed to make people happy kind of make you want to punch a tree like Chuck Norris.
I would have kissed you harder. I would have fought for you more. I don’t know. I would have stolen you away, taken your virtue, made myself so permanently etched on your person that every time you took a breath it was my scent that was permeating the air.
I believe in you,” she blurted, tears in her eyes. “I just... I want you to know that despite everything... I believe in you.
You give me moments, moments where I don’t remember I’m sick, moments where only we exist. They’re like tiny presents sprinkled throughout my life.
Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when I’m around you it’s a tie between wanting to chase you down – or just kiss you until you can’t breathe.
Love shouldn’t be something you jump into because it’s the right time in your life or because your friends are all married. It should be something that happens naturally, and in the end it turns into the supernatural because suddenly, you can’t imagine waking up every day without that other half. You no longer want to be an individual but a team.
Because when your heart breaks, somehow it keeps beating.
The way I see it, is the quicker we work together, the quicker you can row, row, row your boats back across the Atlantic.
Aw, baby, that’s like turning the key to an engine and then deciding not to drive... it’s just... cruel to the car.
Chin up! We’re just trying to make you an Uncle, what’s the harm in that?
And it made me wonder if sometimes the greatest loss you ever feel is something that nobody will see when they look at you.
But that’s the thing about choices; you don’t regret them until after they’ve been made.
You are everything that’s beautiful and pure in this world, and you deserve so much better than this life, than what any of us have to offer. Than what I have to offer.
Yeah, you can cook better than your wife, read historical romance, and, oh wait, I’m sorry. Do you even remember where you left your balls? Or did you even have them in the first place.
If one could call Chase Winter a friend. I was still trying to figure him out. All things considered, I had no doubt in my mind that if I told him I needed someone killed, he wouldn’t even ask questions. He’d simply ask who and jog away.
Coffee,” I said boldly. “Some people need it in order to function, but being who you are, I wasn’t sure if you actually needed anything other than blood and the souls of virgins to make it through the day, so I took a gamble.
Sometimes when we think God has written The End, what he really means is The Beginning.
Because my weakness has always been her, it would always be her.