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To the ones who try to save everyone but themselves. Remember that you are just as important as the person beside you. Remember to live.
Nature doesn’t show mercy, even to the ones creating life. No one is safe from nature’s wrath.
Green. Forest green. Eyes a man could get lost in. Eyes that made a man want to get lost in.
his gravelly voice breaking the intoxicating spell of his gray eyes. A woman could get lost in those eyes. I wanted to get lost in those eyes.
That head turned to me. That head had a handsome, bearded face. That head had a black cowboy hat on top of it. That head also had gray eyes. Those eyes— they were on me. Smoke filled my lungs, holding me captive. Gray smoke. My smoke. I whimpered, bringing my palm to my mouth. My cowboy.
“Be a good girl or I’ll fuck you into one.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his hand going to the back of my neck. Then he did it. He ruined me. His lips crashed against mine,
“You’re talking like she’s yours,” he said, stepping down from the porch. I turned Ranger to face the barn and looked at Mags over my shoulder. “That’s because she is.”
I was naked before him—on a saddle, hanging from a hook
I wasn’t the one who ruined her. She ruined me.
The past didn’t matter, and the future was ours. Until it wasn’t.
when you’re on death’s doorstep, you think about the things you missed. The things you could’ve done differently…and I have to tell you, Mr. Langston…” she trailed off to look behind her, where Val and Beau were standing in the foyer. When she looked back to me, she whispered, “I’m glad that I got sick, because it led my daughter to you.”
I’m glad I got sick, because it led my daughter to you.
The man who called me Enchantress. The man who made me feel. The man who showed me that life could be beautiful. I just had to live it.
“You are mine, Valerie. You belong to me. Your body is mine. Your heart is mine. Your soul belongs to my soul. Do you understand?”
“Love ain’t meant for cowboys. Because when a cowboy falls in love, not even the fires of hell could stop him from being with her.”
My soul was hers, and not even death could take it from her.
“Breathe for me, Valerie. Breathe for me and never stop,” I cried, shaking her body. “Breathe for me because I’m breathing for you.”
“You. Are. Good. You. Are. Worthy. Of. Happiness.”
