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“Soulmates aren’t the ones who make you happiest, no. They’re instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope.” ― Victoria Erickson
It was an all right size house when I was growing up and it was just me, Mom and Dad, but when you’re a kid, everything and everyone feels huge. Now as an adult, the corners of this place grew tighter every day,
Go figure. A man in this world that wasn’t a complete tool. Miracles really do exist.
“Whatever you do, don’t ask me to spank you.” Face pinching together, I shot him a glance. “Why not?” Dominic shook his head, brows heavy and eyes hardened to charcoal. “Because I just might do it.”
“Um, your friend is here.” “Which one?” “The one that looks like a mean prince.” My heavy head perked up at her flippant tone and choice of words. Dominic?
“I just said it because you looked happy, Daddy.”
“You don’t have to define love to experience it,” she pushed back. “Love isn’t a definition. It’s a feeling.
“You deserve some good in your life, babe. You actually deserve a lot of good in it. Don’t run from it when it’s right in front of you.”
Except being weak for you isn’t a weakness. It’s a privilege.” Fuck me in half.
