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This book is dedicated to anyone brave enough to embrace your issues… Courageous enough to dance with your demons. Here’s to the beautiful deformities in us all.
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”
My brow furrows as I stare at my erection, wondering what the hell it’s doing. Are you feeling alright, dude? This isn’t what we like to watch.
Dash is so funny sometimes
The guard smiles. It reminds me of when the sunlight hits a jewel.
“You don’t need to ask me for anything, Luscious,” he rumbles, gaze cutting into me like goddamn razors. “I’ll give it to you, regardless.”
Maybe we’re two mangled, jagged pieces who could click together, despite all the fires burning around us.
The depths in his eyes are overwhelming. The blackest blue I’ve ever seen. Like the part of the ocean that chokes you to death with pressure. In those eyes, I don’t even know who I am.
As if there’s any way I don’t want to drink him like he’s the last sip of water in a scorching desert.
He’s Satan. That’s who he is. I’ve been fucking around with Lucifer himself.
I start walking away but Darcey’s voice catches me. “Dash…” I turn over my shoulder. “Just because we’re broken, it doesn’t mean we need them to put us back together.”
It was you, Officer. I’ve always been yours.
“I think I lived for a long time with blinders on about my sexuality, but I had to come to terms with it on my own time. You don’t have to tell everyone in the world, because it’s not about anyone but you. Tell yourself, and the rest will work out. I promise.”
Maybe some things in life are meant to forever fluctuate. Like chaos. A perfect imbalance. And maybe even the distorted can be beautiful, when you really look at it.
The world isn’t black and white, especially not with you. You’re a prism of color, reflecting every beautiful thing back, and I never want to let that go.
Baby, if there’s any sort of wound inside you, then I’ll be your tourniquet.” He breathes out hard and lifts my wrist to place a kiss on the ink. “Let me. Please.”
I love him. He’s the best symptom of whatever crazy lives in my head.
