There is a little I allow anyone to discover about me. There’s even less I’m willing to share about myself. And one of the many things I’ve ever discussed, this is one of them. I like to take long baths.
Oliver felt much more than sorry for Alice. His heart had grown ten sizes since he’d met her, and the hours he’d lost her had nearly broken him.
Their hands are wrapped in gloves wrapped around guns that could put a bullet through a million possibilities.
I want to fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating in the atmosphere.
He’s smiling like someone’s strung the stars across his lips.
Mortification. I’m draped in it. Painted in it. Buried in it.
My dreams are bloody and bleeding and blood is bleeding all over my mind and I can’t sleep anymore.
He leans forward and I freeze. I thaw. I melt.
I wish I could love you less.
Some people are stupid that they actually think that there are thick neon lines separating good and evil.
Your eyes are so deep. So calm. I want to know what you’re thinking.
My feelings were still inarticulate, comprising little more than tears and expletives.
We have lost our humanity.
You have to get it together, girl, or you’re not going to get through this alive. You have no idea what’s going on behind the scenes or what the other commanders have in store for you. Lena won’t be the last of us to arrive here, you know. And no one is coming here to play nice.” “Good. Let them come.
His eyes are the perfect shade of cobalt, blue like a blossoming bruise, clear and deep and decided.
Aaron Warner Anderson is the only emotional through line in my life that ever made sense. He’s the only constant. The only steady, reliable heartbeat I’ve ever had.
Uh, yeah – how about a warm hell no to that request? Does that work for you? Because it works for me.
You’re scared. You don’t want to make the difficult choice and you’re running away from me.
Silence has stuffed itself into every corner of this building.
His smile is laced with dynamite.