Lines (Greyford Wolves, #1)

by Anna B. Doe

The line between love and hate is thin. Thinner than one strand of hair. Thinner than paper. Thinner than the petal of a flower.

Good to know all the workouts are paying off.”

Yeah, he’s polite and helpful. Kind of like a knight in shining armor—or a knight on a sleek bike—but I learned long ago that knights are just a myth, and if you want to survive, you’ll have to do it on your own.

I want to burrow my nose in his neck and breathe him in. But I don’t because it would be extra creepy.

Our Amelia. We’ll see about that, buddy. She’s not the kind of girl you share. Not just because she’s not like that, but because only an idiot would be willing to share someone like her. An idiot, like you, who let her get away.

My only exercise includes flipping the pages of a book and squatting down when I want to get a book from the lower shelf.

once you enter the ocean, you’ll drown because small fish like you will never be able to swim there.”

However, Amelia is mine, and I’m not a guy known for sharing.

She turns her head and rolls her eyes at me as if I just asked one of the dumbest questions of all time.

“For years, you and your friends have treated me horribly. You broke my heart, you stole my first kiss, and now you expect what? That one lame apology will change all of that? I don’t believe you. I can’t believe you.”

How satisfying would it be to hear the bones crack and see the blood flow on that pretty face?

“What I’m saying is, if I see you make Lia cry one more time, you’ll answer to me.”

My hand hurts from the punch I gave him, so his face must hurt, too, but the only thing that son of a bitch does is grin wider.

For a guy who’s over six feet and two hundred pounds, he sneaks up on people way too easily.

but the only boys I talk about are my book boyfriends.

King of ice.

“Don’t be a dick.” “Hard not to be one when you have one.

What do you have to do to join a girls’ night? Amelia: Be a girl, for starters. Derek: Ah, shit. I like my man parts like they are.

Derek: One day you’ll say yes and it’ll be only for me.

I may be a douchebag sometimes, but this time I did something right. And it actually feels good. Because she smiled. Amelia Campbell smiled for me.

“For once in your life, you’re right,” I agree with her, nodding my head. A light of hope shines in her blue eyes, but my next words kill it instantly. “But you sure ain’t it. So excuse me while I go and get the greatest thing of my life back.”

“Hey, I never said I was smart. I’m the pretty twin, remember?”

I don’t want to make what Amelia and I had… what Amelia and I have seem cheap because it’s not.

“Because the line between love and hate is thin,” I murmur softly. “So fucking thin. And I love you more than I hate you.”

“You can hate me all you want, little one. I’ll stand on the other side of the line and love you with the same strength and fierceness.”