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What the fuck would he even say? Hallmark didn’t make ‘sorry your dad was a piece of shit’ cards. Though, given the prevalence of shit dads out there, maybe they were really missing out on something.
“Why did you take your pants off?” “Chafing,” Adam said, deadpan. “You’re certifiable. Like chasing butterflies, bats in the belfry, not all there.” “That’s rude. I am a psychopath. Words hurt, you know.” Noah opened his mouth to apologize when Adam grinned. “I’m kidding. Do you have more questions or can we go to sleep now?”
He seemed to be this strange mixture of brute force and childlike possessiveness, like Noah was his new favorite toy and he’d smash it before he’d let anybody else play with it. That shouldn’t have been hot…but it was. Noah had never been anybody’s favorite anything.
If he didn’t stop saying things like that, Noah was going to do something stupid like fall in love with a murderer.
What do yours tell you?” That you’re going to rip my heart out some day, maybe literally.
“Then, by your own logic, you should do the opposite. And stay. With me.” “This is crazy.” “All the best things are.”
What was the point of being the villain if he let the right thing get in the way of what he wanted?
Honestly, if I said half the things I think when I look at you, you’d run screaming into the night.”
“I know you’re mine. I know it. Deep down, in that part of my brain that doesn’t care what is right or how society dictates how people choose a mate. I chose you. I want you. Just you. My brain has picked you, and now, I can’t undo it. You’re trapped. With me. For life.”
“The thing about being raised in a house full of psychopaths? We’re pretty accepting of other people’s crazy.
