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There are two girls living inside me: the one clinging onto her final shred of hope, and the one that wants to burn the world down. One tugs me backward, the other forward.
Everyone has a limit at which they abandon their own morality, Ophelia Winters, even you.”
Shit, I didn’t actually want her to drown. Not that badly, anyway. Just a little bit.
She’s fucking miserable, yet she makes me feel alive. She stains the corners of my gray cloud orange, but I have a feeling I make her bright colors gray.
“One down. Seven letters. First letter O. I’ve had a long day, and I want her for dinner.” Holy fuck
Meet me under the rugby stands. I’ll get on my knees and show you just how humble I can be.
“Your audiobook addiction is getting out of hand.”
“Did I hear the word stockings? It’s research, for…science.”
“I struggle with asking for help.” He presses his palms together like he’s praising the universe. “Oh my god. She’s becoming self-aware.”
“It feels like I’ve been alone in my corner for a long time, okay?” I sober my expression. “I’ve built my walls too high.” “They’re worth the climb.” “They aren’t.” We stop on the mansion steps, his tone soft. “They are. For me, they are.”
“If you end up being the death of me, Winters, I couldn’t ask for a better end.”
This cannot become a regular thing; shredding tights in this economy.
All good plans start with a cup of tea.
“Until midnight, a hundred years from now.”
Maybe it’s a therapy conversation. Hey, Dr. Harwood, I have Daddy issues and I want legs as earmuffs, help.
Forget dying for her. I’d live for her.
“Okay, stay right here and wait for further instructions.” “You’re obsessed with control.” I pull her to me with a rough grip on her jaw, planting a kiss on that smart mouth. “You have no idea. But this is about wholesome, nice things. Stop making me horny.”
“We’ll start like this, but I’m desperate to finish with you on top.” Oh God. That sounds advanced. I’m level one at this. The two idiots in my head are already pulling on their riding boots.
“We need business cards. We fuck like professionals,”
I do have limits, and detached hands are well outside of them.
