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Maddox Coulter was still an asshole behind a pretty mask. And I was the stupid girl who fell in love with her best friend.
Play dirty but don’t be a coward.
“I am proudly filthy, Sweet Cheeks, and so are you. For having these dirty, dirty thoughts.”
“It’s not about hate. I’m simply not excited about your existence.”
“Why do you always think the worst of me?”
“And what do we have between us? Love? Or war?”
Hate is a strong word. It’s a bitter but sweet fucking poison. It’s like cocaine, and once you’ve had a taste, it’s damn addictive.
I was my own protector in this story. Like Maddox once said, I didn't need a prince charming or a knight in shining armor.
“You're... more,” he whispered the confession.
I realized Maddox Coulter was a little bit ruined, a little bit messy, a little bit broken -- a beautiful disaster. Like me.
One dare at a time, I’d chase his smiles – because I realize Maddox needed someone who cared enough about his happiness and his anger.
She was the calm in my reckless life. I was the chaos in her peaceful one.
Pinky swear, me and you... forever.
Love was too simple of a word to describe it because love was black and white. Love or don’t love – there was not really an in-between. What we had… it was a kaleidoscope of colors.
“If I love you, I give you the power to destroy me. I’m not strong enough for that.
“Friends?” he asked in a low voice. I hooked my pinky around his. “Friends.” We both lied to ourselves, but it was better that way. It had to be.
