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“You want to hide away from every piece of shit out there instead of fighting, then I’ll build you a damn fortress.”
“You need a monster to protect you from the monsters, then I’ll do the dirty work. My hands are already filthy with it.”
“But if you want to learn how to rip out their throats yourself, sugar, then I’ll show you how to fucking bite.”
“Captain, this is Steel Rain. I’ve commandeered this radio for an important broadcast. You’re being too slow, and I want to see Eden. Over.”
Beau better get used to sharing with someone other than Dom, because I’m about to be Eden’s new favorite stalker.
I wonder if I can steal a pair of Jasper’s handcuffs and just fix us together for a while. Like a few years. It might be long enough to get my anxiety under control.
He wants to romance me? My heart melts—just liquefies in my chest into a pink, candy-scented puddle.
“You call my boyfriend a middle-aged washout again, and your hair won’t be blue. It will be gone.”
“We can’t change the things that happen to us—only change what they help us to become.”
It’s just that Jasper’s scary glare is pretty much my favorite kind of foreplay at this point.
They’re looking at each other the way they look at me. Only with about sixty percent less exasperation.
This air is not clear. It’s frothing with heart-shaped bubbles and heady pheromones. This air is full of possibility.
“Are you enjoying the show, Lucien?” I call back. His laugh is hoarse and desperately edged. “Five stars. Ten. Instant classic.”
Whatever the doc did to “fix” the water line should be used in engineering manuals—How to Be Totally Fucking Inept: A Step-by-Step Guide to Shitting on Jaykob’s Day.
