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Perhaps I’ll relieve him of one of his hands, so he never has the opportunity to lay it on a woman again.
“Too stubborn to ask for my help, Gray?” “No,” I say coolly. “Too strong to need it.” His next words are murmured close to my ear. “That’s what I like to hear.”
I was lonely in a way that I imagine the stars to be, observed by everyone yet too far to truly be seen.
She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.
But in this moment, I don’t want to die—if only so I can hear him say my name one more time.
“If you die, I’m going to kill you.”
“So, you’re saying I’m allowed to touch you when I’m sober?”
Her. I only want to be deserving of her.
“Blueberries. I don’t like them.” I choke back my laugh. “You don’t like blueberries?” “No, I take it back.” He pauses, seeming to consider something. “I hate blueberries.”
“It’s not the winning I find fun. It’s you, darling.”
I’ve never been looked at like it’s a privilege to be in my presence, an honor to hold my gaze, a gift to get a glimpse of me. Not until I met him.
“what do you want me to call you?” My eyes slowly meet his, confused by his question. “What do you want to call me?” “I want to call you mine.”
Nothing has ever dulled the light that is her. She’s my light.
Even in the face of death, she smiles.
I never imagined I would see her weep, but even the strongest among us break down, burdened and buried by grief.
