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We could be … either perfect soul mates or terrible toxins for one another.
He tastes almost as lonely as I feel. Muse's
Looking at her now, I feel a warm stirring inside of me, this primal feeling that makes me want to storm across the bus, grab her and fuck her over the kitchen counter.
“Just one broken person looking at another as he scatters his pieces across the floor,”
I'm not the only one that blinks stupidly at her as she kicks off her red heels and leaves them next to our living room couch. Somehow, I like that, seeing a woman's shoes mixed in with Ransom's boots and Cope's blue Chucks.
I study him, slouching in the lazy darkness of the bus, a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. It's the first time I've seen him in anything but a suit. Without the sharp crispness of a starched collar and the glitter of expensive cufflinks, he doesn't look like such a wicked asshole, just like a lost, damaged boy.
I fucking love romance novels. Erotic novels. Whatever you want to call anything fictional that has women and lovers and fucking and relationships. I feel like if every man on the planet sat down and just read a few of these, he'd understand the female side of the species so much better.
If I was ever into having another girlfriend, I'd want one that looked like her. She's curvy and sexy and classically beautiful all at the same time. I run my finger up one of her bare feet and she gasps in her sleep, pink lips parting.
The way he looked at her, it was like he'd fallen in love from their very first moment together …
Books—even erotic ones … especially erotic ones—are simply reflections of the human soul. Sometimes they're silly and sometimes they're exaggerated, but it's through that enhancement of the world that we can see both its beauty and its flaws.
Soul mates … an old concept, a new twist. I'm in love with two men; they're in love with each other; they're both in love with me. I won't let the world tear us apart.
We might just be bodies in motion, but there's something more here. I can feel it.
“Twenty-nine,” Cope says, drawing my attention back to him, to those stunning eyes of his. I could stare at those all day and never get tired of looking at them. “I'm the oldest one on this bus.” “Fucking ancient,” Pax mutters from his end of the couch. Still, he doesn't bother to look up from his phone screen. “Ransom is twenty-five; Michael and Pax are twenty-six, and Derek is twenty-one.”
“You're so … practical and put together. You brought me my shoes; you had my car towed; Muse, you made me a sandwich.”
Lilith Goode, the one and only groupie for Beauty in Lies. I'm disturbed by how much I like the way that sounds.
I wish so deeply in that moment that I really knew these boys, that they were my friends, that I could hang out with them all the time, that I never had to give them back.
Ran and I are staring hard at each other, this electric feeling in the air between us. He could seriously be the other half of my soul's pain and that scares me. A lot. The way we process heartache and hurt, it's the same. The exact same.
Stuck between cruel and kind right now. That's where I am. And it's a beautiful fucking place to be. When I glance up, I can see Ran and Pax kissing, and although there's a definite tension there, they don't stop.
Just knowing that I've got four fucking guys hanging on everything that I do makes me feel like a goddamn princess … or a queen. They all want to fuck me; they all want to please me.
But don't you dare try this shit at home. My life is … mine to risk.
Ransom said this kind of stuff wasn't sexual for him … but it is for me. At least right now, with these four men in this room, it is.
For me, they'll be my night stars and I'll be their moon. It just wouldn't be night without all of us there to shimmer and shine.
My friends look like ugly demons when they sleep; Lilith looks like an angel.
“You kiss like you don't expect to live through tomorrow,” Pax says
I want to fucking marry her. And I've known her, like, five days.
When he gets like that, all sick in the face and far away, I want to crawl inside his hood and die right along with him. His grief is all consuming, like a wave. I can feel it in my chest.
This one has four half-naked guys on the cover and one girl. I think I kind of know where he's coming from with that one.
I have no fucking clue what my friends are doing with this girl. Me, I actually like her. I have no idea how the rest of this tour will go, but if I feel anything like I do right now—like I want to know more, more, more about her—then I'm buying her a plane ticket and taking her to Dublin with me. If she wants to go, that is.
Muse
Well, shit. Look at that. Barely a week in and she's taming Ransom's demons.
she says as her eyes get this far away look that I recognize so damn well. In the mirror, in my friends' faces. Maybe that's why they like this girl so much? Misery loves company—especially when that misery's born from the same monster.
Michael
“Do you think some pasts are so dark they overshadow the future no matter what you do?”
“When our lips come together, I find myself drowning in love's painful splendor. Each kiss we share”—Pax
is an event I hold onto forever.”
I don't think any of them are bisexual, but they don't exactly shy away from accidental—or even purposeful—contact when they're fucking me. I love it.
When you fall in love, you disregard logic. Because logic and love are two sides of the same coin. Together, they make a beautiful sort of currency, but you can never look them both in the face at the same time.
I haven't had this much fun with a woman in a long time. And what I really like is that we started off our relationship with hard shit, with pain, with tears. Before anything happens—if anything happens—at least she has some idea of the awful shit I have to deal with.
Copeland
“If I had a first choice, love would be my last. My heart would always stay whole, my own secret stash.”
Muse song
“If I let all of the hope go, would I be happy? Would I be? Would I be? If I took you in my heart, would you make me bleed? The love I've always let go, the truth I'm afraid I'll never know. If I let you in, could you show me how? Could you though? Could you though?”
“Ooh, could you show me how to be happy? Could I be? Could I be?”
“Ooh, tell me this is a night I won't regret. That I won't lose it all on this one bet. Ooh, could I be happy? Should I be? Should I be?”
My lonely traveler's met another lonely traveler, and he likes the company. Lilith has nobody; I have nobody. We could be each other's somebodies. I like the idea of that.
Muse
Why does it feel like I'm falling in love five times over when I've just met these guys?
“Anything with a happy ending. I don't care how the movie goes so long as it ends on a high note. I usually read spoilers before I watch anything. I can't take that awful sinking disappointment when things go to shit at the end.”
Ransom. This is 💯 me!
Ugh. I knew Cope was one of the dangerous ones; I was right. He makes me feel too wanted, too cared for.
He rightfully belongs to her, but in my gut, he belongs to me.
I got him. He's mine. And since Vanessa is a cheating bitch … I don't feel at all guilty about it.
“I just want to stay here and fuck you instead. Do you know how damn good that felt?” “Because it's been a year?” I whisper and he laughs. “Because it's you,” he replies.
Michael
My fingers curl in his dark hair as he kisses me like I'm the person he's been looking for his whole life.
Sometimes relationships look perfect from the outside but fall to pieces on the in. Well, ours looks messy and weird from the outside, but on the in … it's perfect. At least for now, it is fucking perfect.
We're six souls bathed in darkness and pain, twisted together in this moment into one person.
