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Only with my girlfriend do I have to basically negotiate her out of giving me head.
Whoever said that sticks and stones will break bones but words never hurt have obviously never been teased or insulted.
A date. A date in a foreign country with my boyfriend. A date in foreign country with my sober boyfriend. It sounds amazing.
“I’m not petting snapping turtles,” I say, lowering my leg to the floor. “I only want to pet the cute ones.” He passes me a bottle of shampoo from the ledge. “Oh, so the ugly ones don’t get any love from you? They’re left out all alone, cold, un-petted?” I frown deeply. He’s right. I should pet all of them. Even the scary ones. “Okay, I’ll pet the snapping turtles, but only if someone holds their muzzle.”
“I don’t think turtles have muzzles,” he says with another laugh. “Snouts?” I ask, a little confused now. What do you call the nose of a turtle? “That’s a pig.” We debate the existence of a turtle’s nose
“One pill a day keeps the demons at bay.”
We’re worse together when things are out of control, and during these moments we have to be careful. It’d be so easy to enable each other just to make us feel better again, but being a couple also means being intimate. Comforting someone normally involves touch—a hug, a kiss, a hand on a leg—things that send me off the deep end. We just have to find a balance.
she’s a fucking walking oxymoron: a sex addict who’s uncomfortable talking about sex.”
Ryke has Melissa pinned against the back of the seat. I can barely see her behind his broad shoulders. Sitting up, her legs wrap around his waist, and his body melds into hers. His hand disappears underneath her shirt, and his lips devour hers hungrily. She can’t stifle a sharp breath as he sucks her neck.
Do people actlly do that ij the bck of taxis
“Because I think she loves you more than she loves sex. And you love her more than you love alcohol, but you two just haven’t let yourselves believe it yet.”
I smile. I love him. More than sex. More than anything.
She gave him the classic ultimatum. Me or her. And he chose to protect my sister.
Ooooh is sge the one behind the lettrs
Maybe…maybe we’re just not meant to have a happy ending. Maybe we don’t deserve it.
Being a sex addict does not give guys the right to touch me.
“And yet…” Sebastian blows out a short puff. “I am.”
He could be lak
You are not a friend to her; you’re a parasite.”
“You and I both know that one is a lost cause. I did her a favor.”
her “fan” mail accumulates with each new headline on the cover of a gossip magazine. Most letters are from old men who think she’ll reply or meet them somewhere for sex.
Not because of the money. Not because of the trust fund or the information I need from him. I can’t leave Jonathan Hale because he’s my family. He’s my dad, and before Ryke and Lily, he’s all I fucking had.
“The fact that you believe you can have a real relationship with him fucking terrifies me, Lo. That’s what kills me. And that’s why I don’t want to go there and watch him try to emotionally manipulate you.”
In this moment, I truly feel like I have a brother. One that’s probably too good for me.
We can’t go until we find out the leak. And if that means eating a burger with the devil, then so be it.
He loves me. And it’s a fucked up love. Ryke is right. It does mess with my head. And it’s something I have so much trouble walking away from. Sometimes I don’t want to. Other times, it’s all I dream about.
He wished I wasn’t alive. But truth is, I kind of did too. Until I looked at Lily. Until I talked to her. I don’t think I could have survived this life without that girl.
Please. He doesn’t use that word, and I know what I have to do. I have to trust him. But I don’t know who he’s protecting—me or himself.
