Breaking Point: A Fake Dating Ice Hockey Romance (IceHawks Book #1)
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“I’ll send my mom over. You can’t take care of someone when you need to be taken care of yourself.” She pauses. “You need to fill up your own cup, B. You can’t keep pouring when you have nothing to give.”
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Everyone has a choice. I’m not a child. I understand life has consequences—heartbreaking, life-altering consequences—but there is something genuinely wrong with me. A piece of me is broken, and my brain continues to short-circuit any time I’m faced with the choice to either pick my life back up again or continue to flush it down the toilet.
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It’s a broken record at this point. Because he’s right, I do have more to lose, it just doesn’t feel like I have anything left to give.
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“Gilmore Girls…again?” He shrugs. “What? The weather outside is perfect for it.” “It’s always perfect weather for Gilmore Girls,” I mutter under my breath.
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The worst thing you can do to a person who craves control is make them feel utterly useless by uprooting their entire life with events they have not a single ounce of say in.
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No one can put a time on grieving. I don’t even think the pain ends; you just get used to it.
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“Because you’re the only woman that I can be myself around and still manage to breathe.”
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This is no longer an infatuation. Though I don’t think it ever was. I think my body knew the moment I saw her standing in my living room blinking up at me with those gorgeous round brown eyes that Bella and I were meant to be together. I think my heart knew that the electricity between us was once in a lifetime.
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“She’s like a wildfire. A burning blaze that I have no plans of extinguishing. I don’t care if I get burnt, so long as I can be near her.”
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“I need you like I need air, Bella, and if you stop, I’ll cease breathing. So please, just keep pretending.”
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Before I lose my nerve, I blurt out, “I’m ready.” He frowns, and the look of confusion is both admirable and adorable. “Ready for what?” “To start living again.” My voice is a hoarse whisper. “With you.”