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I just loved the nicknames the little wannabe gangsters gave themselves in high school, but someone should really tell them it wasn’t scary when you had to tell everyone how scary you were.
“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll hurt anyone for you.”
Nine years. Nine years, and I still wanted to fuck her. Only now I wouldn’t give her sweet and gentle. Shit had changed.
I watched the both of them, kind of enjoying how they hardly ever got along. Kai was ready for tomorrow. Damon never wanted to leave today. I had no idea where the hell I was half the time, let alone where I wanted to be.
I take you home, or I take you in my lap right here. Decide.
“Because you’re mine,” he growled in a whisper.
I get to be me”—he swallowed, staring at me—“when nightfall is coming.”
He was good. I’d admit that. No wonder he got as much ass as he got, because if all anyone wanted was sex, Damon Torrance was gifted at manipulating someone’s mind. Putting the right glasses over someone’s eyes to make them see the world how he wanted them to see it. God help the woman who ever fell in love with him.
When the bruises faded, and I had nothing else to show for what would never fade in my head, I had this. One book for every time I stood back up.
I told you, Will Grayson. We . . . don’t . . . fit.” He exhaled hard, looking over his shoulder. “There’s a part of you that’s my size, I’ll bet,”
“God, I wanna knock you up,” he said, rising up and looking down at me as he took out a condom. “I want to ruin you for all the times you made me think you didn’t want me. I want to give you a piece of me you’ll never be able to escape.”
you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” he repeated his words from a couple of weeks ago. “I’d hurt anyone for you. Who the hell is it?”
I loved that feeling, too, Winter Ashby. It wasn’t the ride, though, honey. It wasn’t the ride.
“I didn’t love her,” he said, almost to himself. But his face was twisted in sadness and despair as tears spilled over, falling down his dirty face. “I don’t know why it hurts,” he told me. “I didn’t love her.”
“The only time I ever loved my life was when I was with you.”
“I’m jealous your friends sent someone for you.” He chuckled, looking up at me. “I think my people forgot about me.” “Find people who don’t.”
“I need you,” he murmured. “You don’t know how much we all need you.” I bit the corner of my mouth to keep my emotions in check, but my eyes stung. His lips hovered over mine, the heat made the room spin, and then . . . I opened my eyes, looking over at her. She was sitting against the mats and watching us. She hugged her knees to her body, unblinking as Damon’s mouth ghosted mine, and . . . when I didn’t pull away, he captured my lips with his, slipping in his tongue and nibbling my lip. “We don’t smile without you,” he whispered. “She doesn’t smile without you.”
“It was one night.” I looked up at the Ferris wheel. “I need my life to be more than one night.”
“Um . . .” someone said, and I blinked, noticing the car had stopped. “Okay, wow. I . . . um . . . I’d love to watch this, actually,” Damon called out, “but Winter will consider it cheating if she’s not here, too. I’ll go ahead and walk home, and you fucking owe me, Will.”
“I don’t need the Cove,” he said over the rain. “I need more memories with you.”
How does someone so soft and gentle fall in love with Damon Torrance, for crying out loud. But . . . I guess after seeing him completely under her spell in the train kitchen, she was exactly his type.
I looked to Em. “Hide.” “Are you kidding?” she yelled. And then she ran, shooting out her foot right into Martin’s chest, the gun knocking out of his hand as he fell back onto the ground.
Happy people don’t fear death, because there’s nothing more they want out of life than what they have right now. I smiled because I didn’t have any fear. Finally, I was free.
