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“Thank you. Thank you for loving him. I’ve never met someone so deserving of love every second of every day like Silas.”
“Thank you for loving him, for showing him how to love others. His heart has helped me in more ways than I’m capable of understanding. I think the kindness
everyone always speaks about you has rubbed off on him, probably without him even noticing.”
“You mind if I give you some unwarranted advice? Rook says I should start asking first, even though I’m going to say it anyway.”
“Let him in.”
“They will get there either way. When a Hollow Boy wants something, they get it. It’s just in their nature. I know what it’s like to wear a mask, and I know you’re afraid to take it off, but there is more to life than pretending. Let him in. It’ll be much easier on your heart than if he breaks those walls down with force.”
“What do I do if he’s already in?” I mumble.
“Then you tell him, or he’s not going to stop.”
It’s better if I just keep this secret to me and Rosemary. Because if I tell Silas I love him, he won’t stop. He won’t stop until it kills him, and I don’t want to lose him.
“You’re not gonna break him, ya know?”
“I don’t know Silas the way Rook or the other guys do, but I know him well enough. Enough to know that he doesn’t just go around touching people. He’s known Rook since they were kids, and I’ve seen them hug maybe twice? Yet, he can’t seem to keep his hands off you.”
“The promise was to Rose. She’d already died, and when our father was buried, I swore that no matter what, I wouldn’t let Silas die a sad man. I swore I’d make sure he was happy. So no, it’s not awkward because I can see what you could be for him, what he could be for you.”
“I hope you don’t think I’m trying to replace Rosemary by being in this arrangement with him. I’d never do that to him or any of you. I know how important she was. I respect the love he has for her. The love you all have for her.”
“You’re not replacing her, Coraline. We don’t see you that way. Neither does Silas. You can’t replace what they had because what you share is completely different,”
“I like you, Coraline. I get you. I was you. And I can’t think of a better way for Silas to honor my sister’s memory than by falling in love again. It’s all she’d ever want for him.”
“Tell me, Daniel.” I tilt my head, a smirk at the corner of my lips. “What’s my wife’s name?”
“Coraline.”
“Remember that name. It’s the one that spared your life.”
“Spent all day behind my desk thinking about how you feel under my hands.” I squeeze her sides for emphasis. “I want to use this body.”
“This your way of telling me physical touch is your love language?”
“I think you might be my love language, Hex.”
“Open wide and say please.”
“Please, will you fuck your wife, Silas?”
“Be a good slut for your husband and get on your hands and
knees.” My hand swats her ass, making her jump. “Face down, ass up, pretty thing.”
I’m incapable of being slow. Of being sweet and taking my time. I want inside her. I want my come leaking out of her so that I
can push it back inside with my tongue.
“Soak my cock, baby. Come all over me. Show me how good I make you feel,”
“Silas,” she whispers, her head dropping back against my shoulder. “I think you succeeded. I’m officially ruined.”
“You’ve ruined me, too.”
Ruined the fear of loving because of imminent loss. Death is not a maybe; it’s a must for all of us. It’s scary knowing at any moment, we can be taken, one second here and gone the next. It’s even more chilling when you think of loving someone, knowing no matter what you do, they’ll die.
But she’s worth it. Worth the pain, worth the fear, worth the grief if she goes before me. Worth her weight in gold, and I’d like to destroy anyone that made her feel like sh...
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Loving Coraline Whittaker is worth ine...
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"Your father doesn't even have the balls to come out and face the son he never claimed."
"Wayne Caldwell is my father, Van Doren. Learn to read the between the fucking lines, dumbass."
"We all have secrets." The plague inside of me spilling out, "It doesn't mean there isn't trust. Some secrets are just heavier than others. It's harder to share the weight of them."
"Yeah?" Rook says, jaw twitching, "What's yours?"
"I'm not schizophrenic."
“We are all unbelievable circumstances that are complete truth.”
Two silver nipple rings, crafted with the initials S and H on each side, stare up at me.
“My mom gave you her shoes for something old. Lilac gave you something blue. This is something new.”
“As a reminder of who you belong to.”
“In a fake way or in a real way?”
“Nothing about us has ever been fake, Coraline.”
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. There is something wrong with me.”
“Touching you has always felt like more of a gift than any curse, Hex.” “And if it kills you?”
“Would hurt less than never kissing you again.”
“Silas.” I moan, feeling the pressure of his mouth. “I can’t hide hickeys in my wedding dress.”
“Good.” He grunts, biting down on my throat to prove his point, “Let them all know that you belong to me. This body, those witchy lips, your heart. It’s all mine.”
When the world turns dark again, Silas will be there as a beacon of light. They say The Hollow Boys are pure darkness, rotted evil. Those people have never loved one of them. Never peeked beneath the veil and saw just how blinding the light beneath is.
