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He sat there, hidden by branches and leaves. Sometimes he howled to the moon like a lonely wolf. Most times, he cried as silently as humanly possible.
One pulls, the other pushes. One wants, the other gives. One loves, the other hurts.
Her grandmama used to say that honesty made you vulnerable, but that there was nothing stronger than the truth.
He is so aggressive and dedicated, ninety percent of the time I cave simply because I’m too scared I’ll accidentally come or fart (hey, just keeping it real).
She constantly tells me that STD stands for Sage the Douche.
Sage. Poirier. Is. A. God! That’s why he’s a manwhore in the first place. There is no denying his masculine appeal, raw beauty, dirty mouth, and cocky confidence.
Now, I’m pretty sure I’d be a top in jail, not a bottom, but still—not really into dudes. So, yes?”
He is the kid I fell in love with at the age of ten, and the man I would give the world to at the age of twenty.
“Call yourself my daddy one more time and I’m fishing your eyeballs out with a spoon.”
an Adonis with a sculpted face, asking for his mortal friend to play a game only the gods can win.
the girl who believed in me before even I believed in myself.
“You’re in my blood, in my veins, in my fucking soul. You’re in my heart and in my fingertips and on my fucking lips like a prayer.
We’re one entity. Whole and broken. Happy and sad. Lost and so unbelievably found.
No matter what happens in my life, you’re the constant thing I can count on. The shelter in the storm, the calm in my chaos.”
Every piece of you is loved and cherished, Sage Poirier. Always remember that.”
His eyes are an open wound. Mine are a bandage that wants to make it all better for him.
The girl got a kiss on the lips from the boy who no longer howled at the moon and cried on a tree.
Then he kissed her on the lips, like lovers do.
Then he kissed the inside of her wrists, lik...
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