It’s the way I’ve imagined you looking at me my entire life, Maverick.
While he was the sun that lit your world, you were the darkness that shadowed mine.
I like to think we all end up in the place we’re supposed to be eventually. The sum total of our choices carries us to our destiny.
Pot, meet kettle.
I don’t care how fast and how far you run, I’ll run faster and farther. I’m not letting you go. Ever,” I say, between brushes of my mouth on hers. “Run to me, Livvy, not away. I can’t live without you again.
I know it seems like it, dear, but you’re not alone. You can let go. I’ve got you.
We all walk with our own story, our own secrets, our own damage, our own scars. Internal and external. Some of us just carry them better than others. It.
You don’t goad the shark with fresh chum in the water and expect to swim away in one piece.
We can’t help who we love, Maverick,” he.
But I loved that hat. It was a gift from Killian on my birthday the year before. He bought it from a lady in town who knit and sold them dirt cheap. He said I looked good in orange.
I’m anything but innocent. My soul is lost. My heart cold. I’m a devil in angel’s skin, trapping a man for life who could have any woman he wants but for some reason wants me.
I like to think we all end up in the place we’re supposed to be eventually,” Sheila answers wistfully. “The sum total of our choices carries us to our destiny.” Is that true, I wonder? Or do.