Torn (All Torn Up #1)

by Carian Cole

Reading his words, all the feelings rush back like acid on a wound that won’t heal. He’s my other half, the one who makes my heart beat. The man who makes me feel every feeling that could possibly be felt—and then some. The man who held me and loved me through almost every moment of my life. I have no past without him and no future without him. Quite simply, he is my world. There’s no way I will ever move on from a love like ours. We belong to each other. I’ve always known it, and I am utterly exhausted from fighting it, denying it, keeping myself from it, and hiding it—as I’m sure he must be, too.

I love you. I’ve loved you in so many different ways, and I want to continue to love you in all the beautiful ways we’ve yet to discover.

he seemed way more interesting from afar. Before he proved he can’t kiss and has zero conversation skills.

You’re just not the type to talk for the sake of talking. You talk when you have something to say. And maybe she’s just mad because you’re not saying what she wants to hear.”

I live in a deep, dark, perplexing sea of people. Some might be

starfish, and some might be sharks. I just bob along on my little raft, watching and learning.

I’m not going to be anyone’s second choice.

I thought she may have been the one to see that underneath the muscles, ink, and grease, beyond the loud bike, past the long hair and dirty fingers, is a man who wants the whole fucking package. Not just the fucking.

I’m just waiting for the one who makes me feel like forever wouldn’t be long enough.”

But today, now, like this… it feels wrong because something about it also feels so right, so needed, so demanded, so naturally instinctive that it shakes me right down to my toes.

“I don’t want to be a catch. I just want to be with someone for the right reasons. And I want them to be with me for the right reasons, too. I can’t deal with bullshit or games or people who don’t know what they want or who can’t commit to it when they do know.”

I want crazy fucking love. I want someone who’ll never let me go. I want to wake up to my best friend every day.

“I wished you would never doubt me again. I’ve spent almost eighteen years being here for you, Angel. Because I want to. No one ever made me or expected me to. You’re just where I always wanted to be.”

“What does that mean, exactly?” “It means my dick is on a vacation.”

For the first time, I don’t recognize the deep, dark eyes staring into mine, but I fall right into them willingly as our lips meet. My eyes flutter closed as I tumble farther into him,

Dropping my hand, he grabs the back of my neck, yanking my mouth back to his hungrily, and I clutch his arm to keep from falling backward onto my ass. His lips are warm and demanding, his tongue pushing past my teeth, coaxing my mouth open. My heartbeats turn into soaring butterflies.

“You still look at me the same way you did when you were a baby,” he murmurs. “How’s that?” “Like I’m the only thing you ever want to look at.”

“Did you forget?” I ask playfully, leaning a little closer to him, his hand on my neck pulling me forward, gently coaxing me even closer. “You’re the man I’m going to marry someday.”

our bodies and hearts were made to be together, like scattered puzzle pieces needing to be put back together.

And now she’s gone, just like I asked. I want her back. So fucking bad.

I can see it in her eyes in the way she looks at me like I’m the only person in the world that matters, and it literally stalls my heart.

Sydni isn’t the one that got away; she’s the one that won’t go away.

When Kenzi touches me, my heart feels like it’s going to fly out of my chest. No matter where she touches me, even if it’s just my hand in an innocent way, I feel it everywhere. The euphoria of her spreads from my head to my toes, electrifying every inch in between, making me want to grab on to her and never let go. Her touch reaches right into my soul

But the first time we actually met face-to-face, he looked into my eyes with a dreamy smile and said ‘Oh shit. There goes my heart.’

I felt like I had met the other half of myself. He walked me home at midnight, gave me my first kiss, and told me he could see his entire life in my eyes.”

Fuck. Stick a fork in me. I’m done.

Figure out if this is something you guys are both willing to fight for. And if it is? Don’t let go.

This is heart-pounding, you-have-the-power-to-gut-me, I-can’t-get-enough-of-you romantic love.

“There was just me falling for you all on my own and making wishes on a shit ton of pennies.”

All that matters is you are my forever. You always have been. You always will be.”

I’ll do anything. I’ll be anything. As long as it means I get to spend my life with her.

She launches herself into my arms and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. It nearly knocks me over, and it has nothing to do with her throwing herself at me and everything to do with the depth of the love I can feel pouring out of her every breath.

I want to punish her for wanting me when she shouldn’t, and thank her for wanting and loving me with so much of herself when I need it.

My jaw clenches. “I’m not letting her go. With or without your blessing, I’m spending my life with her.”