teen-romance

If there__ one thing I__e learned, buddy, it__ that love is messy and complicated. If it__ too easy, then it isn__ the real deal. It can__ be, because passion doesn__ follow the path of least resistance. It__ this fiery, out-of-control entity that sucks you in and spits you out more hurt and more alive than ever before.

I lie awake in bed until way past midnight, fervently hoping Ky is going make an appearance at any moment to explain his behavior. But as the clock chimes two, I have no choice but to face facts.He isn__ coming.And it feels ominous.Like the winds are changing, and destiny is altering.His absence is more than telling.It has a finality to it that scares me half to death.

When everything else is shattering, you feel like the one true constant.

He has me pinned on my back in record time, his mouth crashing against mine as we frantically devour one another. __wesome speech,_ he murmurs, pushing my sweater up and planting his hot mouth against my equally hot skin. __ery motivational.

She wasn't his girlfriend. She was his bubblegum girl--only fun until she lost her flavor.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love.

Why did it have to be such a shameful secret? Hadnâ__t I been potty-trained and taught to chew with my mouth closed? So what was the freaking big deal about having sex? Wasnâ__t it essential to the survival of our darn, hypocritical species?

I__ not the damsel in distress. I__ the villain. It__ only a matter of time before he realizes this.

He sounded like he was used to people swearing at him, which made no damned sense, because he was gorgeous and a hero.

He stares at meâ__aking me inâ__ith his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.

He sounded like he was used to people swearing at him, which made no damnedsense, because he was gorgeous and a hero.

From Summer's EndWhat we have is enough. It's more than we consciously realized.

It'd felt good to be part of an "us," with the same thoughts, the same feelings, the same miseries.

I love you when you__e happy. I love you when you__e sad. I love you if you__e angry,And I love you if you__e bad. No matter how you feel, I love you all the time.Oh my sweet, dear baby, I love you all the time.

We love each other. You love me, you do._ His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.

Answer me one thing,_ she says in a rigidly controlled voice. __o you love Logan?__erhaps I should lie, but in that moment, after what I__e just witnessed, I__ incapable of expressing anything but the truth of what__ in my heart. __ith all my heart,_ I sob.

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.

Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.