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“What’s going to happen,” he breathes, “is that I’m going to carry you through this door. I’m going to draw out every single moment until you’re exhausted. And I’m going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like yesterday. And tomorrow will feel like today, and no one in this fucking universe will be able to say your name without saying mine.”
“This is too hard,” she says. “I feel like I can’t escape my addiction. If I’m with you, I want to have sex with you. If I’m alone, I want to fuck me. Nowhere is safe.”
Ryke does that to women, I’ve noticed. He either stupefies them with his dominance or they start spitting out lame lines that make no sense.
“I don’t know how to live without you.” And I shake my head quickly as tears pool. “And I don’t want to know how. I don’t want to find out.”
“I will never learn how to live without you. I couldn’t fucking bear it.”
He is as much a part of me as the sun is a part of the sky, as the Earth is to the universe.
He’s filling my every single need. He’s taking care of me. Only Lo can satisfy every part of my all-consuming soul. He is truly my everything.
“We all have secrets; the ones we keep, and the ones that are kept from us.” – PETER PARKER, THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN
I’m less affected by the “sucking cock” part as I am by the “Cancun” bit. He knows where I am…
Me, warning Daisy to stay far away from every guy on the fucking planet. And I have a flash of having to beat the shit out of someone on this trip—just to protect a girl who easily looks as old as her two sisters. She can fit in with our group of college-aged kids. And she shouldn’t. She’s sixteen, despite being a high fashion model.
“You’re not. Now move past that achievement and bring yourself down to my level.” He turns his body a little more, so that we’re looking straight on at each other. “My twenty-two-year-old brother is flirting, apparently not deliberately—I’m not even sure how that fucking happens—with your sixteen-year-old sister.” He waits for it to sink in. “Shit.”
Connor was the one to shush everyone’s doubts, including mine. He said there was a high probability that the fish was beer-battered, a detail that Lo may have overlooked before ordering. So Rose called the restaurant, and sure enough, the fish were not only fried with beer but tequila too.
“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.”
But I hear Lo mutter, “I’m going to have to bail my brother out of Mexican jail.”
“One day, you're going to have to make a choice. You have to decide what kind of man you want to grow up to be. Whoever that man is, good character or bad, is going to change the world.” – JONATHAN KENT, MAN OF STEEL
A dream, a passion, a hobby, a fucking sport. Sex became all of those things for Lily. And I never stopped her. Not once. I was so consumed with my addiction that I didn’t care what the hell she did, as long as she was breathing at the end of the night. As long as she was by my side—my best fucking friend.
Maybe…maybe we’re just not meant to have a happy ending. Maybe we don’t deserve it.
“Self-love is not for me…even in bubbles. People at Princeton hate Yale and my boyfriend is really sexy when he defends my honor.” “People at Princeton hate Yale?” I ask, dumbfounded. “Yeah, I didn’t get it either.”
In this moment, I truly feel like I have a brother. One that’s probably too good for me.
“Sometimes the person we think we’ll become is the person we already are, and the person we truly become is the person we least expect.”
She is my past, my present, my future. So when I open the door and slide into the driver’s seat, I’m not surprised that it feels like I’m returning home.
“I confess, that I’d very much like to make love to you.” My heart flips at the last words. We never say make love. We fuck. We screw. We bang. Making love is for the soft-hearted without tar-coated pasts. Lily claims she doesn’t deserve to make love, but I’m determined to change her attitude. “Is it different than fucking?” she asks me with wide eyes. “Very much so.” Frown lines crease her forehead. “How?” “I’ll show you.” Her eyes brighten with possibilities, but she doesn’t insist, doesn’t ask or compel me for more. She waits for me. Just as I asked.
