When I was really low, when it was all I could do not to feel sorry for myself, I played that game too. I knew I could never win, but some days, the dark days, the allure of playing ‘if only’ was too strong to resist.
I practically heard Vee’s eyes rolling.
The blood vessels in Nora’s face are widening and her skin is warming,” Patch said. “She knows she’s being evaluated. She likes the attention, but she’s not sure how to handle it.
Subconsciously, I tugged the newsboy.
Up util this very moment, I’d been telling myself I didn’t care what Patch thought of me. But right now, I knew it was a lie. Even though it would probably come back to haunt me, I was curious enough about Patch to go almost anywhere with him.
Wiping his hands on his apron, he walked over, apparently enjoying my discomfort as I looked around for some way to escape, finding I had nowhere to go but deeper into the booth.
I’m going to expose you.” “Looking forward to it.” I flushed, catching the innuendo.
You csared, Angel?
What are you writing?” I asked. “And she speaks English,” he said while scrawling.
And then I felt it again. A change in the air. An invisible fog, strangely warm, hanging low, pressing all around, zigzagging closer like a hundred stealthy snakes in the air.
What happened to Jules?” I said. “He’s been gone for a while.” “Yeah, maybe he fell in the toilet,” said Vee.
Coach tucked her notebook under her good arm. “No.
The streets were empty and shiny black with fresh rain. I listened to the water rush under the tires and tried to not lose it completely.
Just head-to-toe black.
Your mine, Angel, and don’t you forget that.
I’ll break out in hives if I don’t eat something salty within the next forty-five seconds. And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
Just because it’s in the past doesn’t mean it’s easy to forget.
Honesty is a good thing, but so is loyalty.
Breaking me down, one kiss at a time, reeling me further and further out of control, casting me into solid heat, dark and provocative, until there was only him, and only me. Until I didn’t know where I stopped and he began.
The pain never really goes away, but it does eventually become bearable. And somehow, life moves on.
I never pictured my life so complete. I never thought I’d have everything I want.