The craving to touch her is like an itch I can’t scratch.
God,” Kal groans, putting me down on my feet when we reach his car. “You two are disgustingly horny. It’s abnormal.
I work my way through the rest of my dates, but I’m only there in body. The boys usually give up after the first hour; it’s difficult to have a conversation all by yourself. My ratings plummet, but at least my air-time is minimal now, I’m not offering much in the way of entertainment these days.
I won’t pressure you, Ari, but I’m not opposed to subtle acts of persuasion.
You may not have a future, but you will always have that past. Don’t let anything or anyone take away those happy memories of your first love.
When everything else is shattering, you feel like the one true constant.
Brad is a natural – perfect boyfriend material – if only I swung that way.
Our tongues meet, probing, exploring, welcoming, and everything else fades into the background. All the secrets and lies. All my worries and concerns. When we’re together like this, I have all the proof I need to know this is what’s right for me. He’s right for me.
We love each other. You love me, you do.” His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.
No one can replace Logan in my heart. I have willingly given it to him, and nothing or no one will ever change my mind. Logan is all I’ll ever want.
Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.
Everything changed the moment I found you. I changed.
I don’t know how to exist without him,” I admit truthfully. “He has always been a part of me, and trying to survive without him is slowly chipping away at my soul, yet the hurt still exists, refusing to go away. It devastated me, Liv, and it turns my stomach every time I think of it, yet the images won’t go away. They are as sharp in my mind as if I was an actual fly on the wall. If there was a defining moment, that was definitely it.
I lean my head back and stare at the stark white ceiling. “My friend Zoe used to say I had obsessive compulsive disorder when it came to Kalvin Kennedy, and I argued nonstop with her about it, but she was right. I see that now. There was nothing healthy or normal about the way I crushed on him. I had no interest in slapping 1D on my walls when the hottest boy on the planet lived in the house next door.
My skin is on fire with every touch, every contact, and my body throbs with unfamiliar need. We’re dangerously close to throwing caution to the wind. Logan’s body pulses and trembles over and under me, and I know he’s feeling it too. I want to give into it, to go there with him. I want him to be my first, my last, my one and only. I want to give myself to him fully; heart, mind, body and soul, but I can’t. The acknowledgment assaults me with soul-shattering clarity.
Ignoring the pain is more desirable than confronting it. And that’s survival one-oh-one.
Haydn’s instructions are imprinted on my brain much the same way Logan’s face is imprinted on my heart.
I will do whatever it is you want me to do, but if you feel the same way I do, don’t shut me out. Give us a chance. Give me a chance, and I’ll prove I’m worthy of you.
Oh, honey, don’t waste your time trying to figure out the inner workings of the male brain. You’ll just give yourself a headache.
I don’t know if you realize exactly how beautiful you are. Your heart, mind, and soul are every bit as beautiful as your gorgeous exterior, and I’ve spent years trying to resist temptation.