new-adult

I think you still love me,_ he says, __ven though you don__ want to.__ glare at him, fury battling my instincts.__ecause that kind of love, Jessa,_ Kit continues, __oesn__ just disappear. It doesn__ just fade. I still love you. I__l always love you. And I think you feel the same way about me. And hell, I know I don__ deserve it. I know all I deserve is your hatred. But if there__ a chance, a single chance that you might still love me, then I__ not going to throw it away. Because I__e been through hell and you__e the only reason I__ still standing._ He pauses. __o tell me the truth. Do you love him?

On Christmas morning, Rebecca lost her moral virginity, her sense of humor - and her two best friends. But, other than that, it was a hell of a holiday.

Wow, Skye._ He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesn__ react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. __kay, I__ going to sit on your friend__ bed._ He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I have the sense I__ trapped and I don__ like it. I don__ want to ever feel like that again. __ou should go,_ I say, my voice wavering and barely above a whisper.He takes a sip of his coffee absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving my face. I don__ drink mine. I don__ even feel the mug between my hands. I feel nothing besides the hammering of my heart in my chest. I__ having difficulty breathing, and my forehead and neck are sweaty under my hair.__an I say something before I go?_ he asks me in a voice calmer than he must feel if I take into account his clenched fist and the shaking of his hand holding the mug of coffee. I just nod, not sure I__ able to mutter a word through the lump in my throat. ____ not the enemy. I__ not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you__e already hurting, but I__ someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want to be able to help.

There's something to say about inspiration - when it comes into your life...the feeling is insatiable.

If you were ready to sleep with me we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.

As I stared into those crystalline eyes, I knew I had finally found what I was looking for, but it came with a price. Damien was everything I hated and it wasn't until that moment that I realized how lost I really was. My soul was drawn to his very aura, but the ache within my heart was the undeniable reminder that it could never be a reality. My pride and stubbornness had forever wrecked what Damien and I could have had. I was but a galaxy within a black hole, something so majestic and extraordinary, and it was irrevocably lost to me.

You can see I have no will to stay away from you, no tolerance to live without you.

February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the last day we had sex.I was a tornado. I puked hurricanes. I was Jodi Arias. There were no more tears for him. Swirling eddies of vodka, pills, fattening food, and tears. Vortexes corralled other vortexes. They joined forces with the eyes of other storms far out into the Gulf, and Atlantic, and castrated my heart first, then everything below the neck. Fuck the heart; my brain was mauled into mush. He didn__ have a heart__nd possibly, neither did I. The heart had nothing to do with a whirlpool of circles and left and rights I navigated.

If you're worried I'll bite, I promise to tell you first.

He sighed and moved his hands under water, linking with mine. __ou are like a drug to me. Dangerous. Addicting. I can__ get enough of you._ He brought our hands above water and kissed one of my hands, linked with his. __ut I want more, more than just a night, more than just a few touches. And I have a feeling that once we cross that line, you will run away.

I want to run, to flee, to wake from this never-ending nightmare. But my body is frozen, my heart numb. Jagged pieces of the puzzle scatter across the corners of my mind, and fitting them together is futile. Threads of truth are still missing, exposing the gaps between what__ real and what__ fabricated.

Oh my God. I didn't. I couldn't have. No. no, no. Holy Crap, I did. I just shot Jason Pierce in the chest with a taser.

It seems like hours pass, both of us staring into each others eyes. I have no idea what she sees that holds her, but I can't look away either. She's giving me the look again, the one that makes me feel like a superhero.

Don__ think you__e some kind of snowflake, suit guy. I__ a bitch to everyone.

If you pull a rope and some duct tape out of those saddlebags, I__ going to freak.Jeana E. Mann. Intoxicated (Kindle Locations 746-747).

Baby girl, five minutes alone with me and you're gonna be begging me to taste your pie.

Now it__ like my whole body is suddenly in revolt. No more. Not one day more. Not one more hour. My body wants sex.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made my ovaries ache deep in my belly.