You’re the kind of girl that makes a man want to stop what he’s doing, just so he can get a moment to look at that angelic face – a face that will keep him awake for the rest of his fuckin’ life. That’s the kind of girl you are, sugar.
Somethin’ about you, sugar, it’s makin’ everything I believe in feel like it never existed.
Your life was bad; I see it in your eyes. When you grin, your face is empty, and I have no doubt when you smile, your eyes won’t shine like they should. One day though, baby, I will make them shine.
She was everything.
I love him in a way that’s toxic.
My moments defined me. They took so much and yet returned the same. They destroyed me. But mostly, they created me.
To everyone who has lost love and been lucky enough to find it again. To second chances and the epic romances that sweep us off our feet.
Our last kiss was a broken one.
Because you’re the only fuckin’ real person I’ve met in the last ten years of my life. Because you gave me respect and put me in my place when I needed it.
There are a few really pretty girls, but the rest are males. Big, burly males that look like they’ve dropped out of heaven and been rolled in leather. They’re gorgeous.
I press myself to him, breathing him in. “Make it count, biker.” “I always fuckin’ do, and baby, I always fuckin’ will.
I hear you’re feisty,” he murmurs, letting his gaze travel down my body. “I like them like that.
Oh man, I’m about to be in a hot man sandwich and I want to stay there, oh yes I do.
Our moments become our story and our story is shared.
Never be afraid when you’re with me, because I’ll never hurt you.
Only this time, they’re creating it stronger and with an unbreakable foundation that nothing will penetrate. Not this time. This time, I’m keeping him.
You, baby, are what a woman should be. So, I’m goin’ to keep my hands on you, I’m goin’ to suck your nipples, I’m goin’ to squeeze your ass, and then I’m goin’ to put my cock deep inside you – purely because you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Not here to hurt you, Ellie. You might not know who I am, but I’ve spent nothin’ short of a decade tryin’ to find you. I’ll wait another decade to have you, if that’s what it takes. But know this, I won’t give up.
I’m the one who searched. I’m the one who broke. I’m the one who lived in fuckin’ agony for ten years. So, I’m the one who will end this for you. Who will fix it.
I sob loudly, and my fingers curl into his shirt. “A good man isn’t a controlling one, it’s an understanding one. A good man isn’t the one who has a lover, it’s the one who loves. A good man isn’t the one who punishes, it’s the one who explains.
You have to keep on surviving, and take each day as it comes.