More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
He wraps an arm around me, patting me on the back, then steps back and holds my good shoulder. “Where is your mother?”
Okay hes like only concerned for her? That whol encounter made me feel like he didnt really care about his son tbh
I’m the reason Mom died.
Nooo baby
The door slams against the wall on his way out, and all I can do is stare. He left me here. Happy birthday to me.
Poor paul
I’ve tried talking to him about it, and he tells me to stop being a pussy.
Fuck him
“You aren’t exactly my normal type, but a mouth is a mouth, right?”
Oh my god
Coach Williams meets my eyes for a second, then turns and leaves.
EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING AS A COACH
Jeremy’s naked ass walks past me toward the shower, and with my eyes locked with Preston’s, I slap Jeremy’s ass.
Hahahaha
I’ve always thought he was straight, but since I moved here a few months ago, I’ve caught him looking at me. Watching me. I know how men look at other men when there’s interest, but he’s never said anything or done anything else, so I just wait.
I have exactly one secret from Paul, and it’s this. I don’t want him to know how weak I really am.
Aww ur not. They fucking abused you
That possessive side of me likes that he reaches for me when he needs or wants something.
“I walked in on them fucking, and I’m going to have nightmares.”
Hahhaa
“We’ve all seen the marks, but watching how he gets them is a little scary. Preston is not nice.”
Hihi
The man who has come to mean more to me than anyone else wants intimacy, but not sex. I can care for him, about him, but I can’t be in love with him.
I know he’s struggling with something, but I’m not sure what it is. His brain is so busy usually that it’s hard to tell when he’s just exhausted from it or if there’s something really bothering him.
With nerves fluttering in my stomach, I kiss my best friend and hope he doesn’t hate me for it in the morning.
Nothing has ever felt as right as this moment, with this man, in this room. He’s my everything. And that terrifies me. I’m so gone for this boy.
Somewhere along the way, I fell hard for him, but I can’t keep him. Having the pressure of him against me is calming, reassuring. Brendon is a toucher, it’s just how he is. He needs it, but it’s killing me.
After all the shit that went down with Chad and his goons, I was afraid for anyone to touch me.
Aww baby
I crave his touch.
He’s my safe space.
He never wants anything from me, just lets me touch him when I need it—which is always—and doesn’t complain or make it weird. It’s not sexual, just comforting.
Nothing has felt as right as when Brendon’s lips touched mine.
Most people don’t really do it for me. I can appreciate an attractive human, but I don’t want to fuck them. I crave the connection more than anything else.
“I need to shit.”
HAHAAHHAHAAHHHA
“You’re crazy.” A big smile splits his face. “You mispronounced awesome.”
HAhah
I should go to the dining hall and get dinner, but I don’t want to people right now. I’m too tired.
Felt that
Relationships aren’t really my thing, I’ve never had the time or energy for one outside of hockey, but I would try for him.
I’ve been living and breathing your touch lately. If I don’t come up for air, I’ll drown in you.
“Yeah, it was . . . it was perfect.”
Hope blossoms in my chest, and all I want is for him to kiss me. Tell me that I am perfect for him.
“Be a good little slut and come for me.”
“I like you messy and wrecked.”
Will Jeremy and Paul laugh at the stupid nicknames too? Will they start making fun of me for things I’ve worked so fucking hard to mask?
Of course thwy wouldnt . They would stick up for u
I won’t let them see me break.
I want Paul. I crave the way he gives me orders and uses me to feel good. He makes the constant buzzing in my head stop.
I’m so damn tired. Tired of fighting myself. Tired of not being enough. Tired of wanting things I can’t have.
Aww baby
My best friend, the love of my fucking life, is in pain and fighting himself.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” I kiss his hair, his neck, all the parts of him I can reach.
“I’m not easy to deal with. I know that. I’m sorry.”
“No.” My tone is harsh, but I don’t care. “You are not hard to deal with. Whatever the fuck that means.”
“You’re my favorite person. You’re my person. There’s nothing about you I would change. You hear me?”
“I was bullied on the team before I met you.”
Finally tells him
“None of that was your fault. That coach was a piece of shit and should not be allowed to be around kids.”
“What they did does not make you less. They’re fucked up, not you.”
It makes my heart soar to know he reaches for me when he needs something. It’s everything because he is everything. My everything.
I’m so damn tired of holding it all in, of carrying it around with me everywhere I go, never able to get a lungful of air. Faking smiles and laughs so no one looks too closely while on the inside I’m falling apart.
I hate that I hide it all so well that no one knows, but all I want is for someone to notice, but at the same time, if anyone did notice, I would tell them I’m fine because I don’t want to be a burden.
Oky FELT
“Come for me. Show me how much you love me.”
Brendon normally has a big personality, he takes up space in the room, and loves life. The fact that he’s shut down right now is physically painful.
Tell me what you want and it’s yours. I’ll give you everything.
