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“A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others.”
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Grief is a weird thing. It’s the only emotion in the world people claim to understand yet treat as an inconvenience. “Time heals all wounds, Evie.” Spare me. Time heals nothing. Just gives things more space to grow and fester and rot.
“I don’t want to stalk you, pretty girl.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want to fuck you.”
“Tell me to sit and eat like a good boy, and I swear to fucking god I’ll do it.”
“Goddamn, you’re wet. Soaking through your panties all for me?”
“You’d be so ready for me, wouldn’t you, pretty girl? Your sweet pussy would suck me in and milk me dry, regardless of who might walk by.”
“Jesus, pretty girl. You could ruin lives with a smile like that.”
you can call me anything you want if it means I get to sink into that sweet pussy again.”
“Let me be your calm in the chaos, pretty girl.”
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he groans. “Suck yourself off my tongue and see how good you really taste.”
“I didn’t know that I could love until you. And you’re not perfect, okay? You piss me off and you do things I never thought I’d be all right with, and you’re moody as hell. You’re actually the furthest fucking
thing from perfect I’ve ever seen. But, Evelina…you’re perfect for me.”
