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“Anyone can mimic art that already exists,” Houston spoke, stealing her focus from me. I made my fingers ball when I nearly reached out to grip her chin and force her attention back on me. I’d never been this greedy. “That’s not a testament of talent. She’s unknown, yes, but she’s far from unworthy.”
Jesus. Every day, Houston gave me a new motive to murder him.
After all these months, he still hadn’t learned that I would never make it easy for him.
We’ve never so much as double-dipped inside of a groupie, and now we were sharing our guitarist?
Pain was all I had to offer Bound. That and my guitar.
I should have been accustomed to complicated, but the Powerpuff Girls were tossing out everything I thought I knew of the meaning.
It counted because I knew despite the secrets they kept that they were trying.
The seclusion was terrifying and liberating at the same time.
His eyes were so green, and I wondered if it was because he stored all of his emotions there, hiding them in plain sight.
