Brad is a natural – perfect boyfriend material – if only I swung that way.
I’m terrified of learning the truth. About my mission. About Axton. About who I really am, and what I’m capable of doing. I’d rather stay in denial. Because if there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that I’m not going to like the truth of my apparent new reality.
He traces a line across my face with the tip of his finger, and a moment passes between us. Our eyes feast on one another as his finger continues its journey, carefully caressing my lips. My mouth parts slightly. Leaning down ever so slowly, he holds my gaze as he captures my lips.
All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me.
Most of the girls I’ve met since moving here have failed to ignite any modicum of enduring interest. Of course, I’ve dated; I’m seventeen years old and as horny as the next guy.
Ax.” Sadie is breathless as she caresses the angular lines of my face. “I love you so much. You’re my whole world. You know that, right?
I love my family,” she says, placing her fingertips to her temples. “But you’re my future. So if it’s a choice, I choose you.
I’m not just the sum of how I look although that seems to be a popular opinion, and it infuriates me.
Knowledge is power, and in the wrong hands, power can be destructive.
Are you going to be difficult? Because I’m not in the mood.
Your scars, your flaws, your fears, your pain – they’re mine too.
Why does it take the threat of losing someone to make you appreciate them the way you should?
There’s no right or wrong way. There’s only the truth.
An eerie silence has descended over the house. Every few minutes, I hear a grunt and the scraping sound of a box dragging along the floor. Other than that, there’s nothing. It’s like the silence is the actual articulation of the emptiness we all feel.
Genuine friendships are hard to come by and even harder to hold on to. Real friendship is the sort that lasts a lifetime. The type that can overcome disagreements and differences as if they never happened. And the real test of friendship? True friendship arises from the ashes of separation stronger and more powerful than before.
Sometimes we have to reach rock bottom to learn how to climb to the top.
Just so you know, I’m not giving up,” he whispers. “You can push me away. Bait me. Lash out at me. Do your worst. And I’ll take it. Because I deserve it. But I’m going nowhere, Abby. I’ll be your perpetual shadow, because no one or nothing is taking you from me again.” The chair squeaks as he gets comfortable. “And that includes you.
Guess I have a higher pain threshold than pretty boy here.” “You’re not human,” Galen grumbles, his green eyes flickering open and shut, but there’s no heat behind his words. “Damn straight.” I flash him a grin. “I’m a goddess among men.
Want me to vacuum your pork sword to relieve some stress?
I look up at Ky and his sorrowful expression matches my own. He kisses my cheek, and I cup his face. My mum’s words have helped put things in perspective, and I truly hope that her letter offers James some peace.
The journey would’ve been tougher, but I would’ve come through it in the end because I didn’t want to be a victim. I’m a survivor, and I will always choose to live.