Shaking his head, I watch mesmerized as his hand falls to the waistband of his jeans.
Even when she won’t fight for us, I’ll go to war for her.
I’m the glue that puts all her pieces together. All of those beautiful broken pieces are mine to fix. You’re just a bystander.
His smirk, reckless and way too sexy. I believe I just made a deal with the devil.
A rock star without rhythm is a man with no soul.” – Stone Lockhart.