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That means I thought about her more than she thought about me today, and that’s unacceptable.
“Pain makes people interesting. Being unaffected isn’t half as great as people seem to think it is.”
“Don’t you ever do anything yourself?” “Sure,” he says easily. “Right now, I’m kidnapping a girl I know from school with no help at all.” “My apologies. That’s terribly impressive.”
“Don’t hold your breath.” “I’ve been holding my breath since we met, mermaid.”
“Miss Hannah Dupont has one more picture of you in her phone than I have in mine.” He’s not actually jealous of Hannah, right?
“No, of course you’re not. You have no reason to feel shy. You’re perfect. You’re all I want.”
“You’re nice to me.” “Sh.” He presses his finger to my lips, reminding me, “That was supposed to be our little secret.”
“You don’t have to be scared. I won’t make it hurt more than it has to.” It feels like that could apply to our whole relationship.
It feels like opening the door to a vampire I know will suck all the common sense out of me and inviting him in to do more damage.
“Aw, mermaid. Do I make you smile?” When you don’t make me cry.
“I did all of it for you, Aubrey. Why would I do anything that hurt you in the process?” That would be sweet if it weren’t so psychotic.
“And you’re stuck with me,” he states. “I can see myself being with you forever, Aubrey. I’m not bullshitting you. I can see us having kids and a family, birthday parties and fucking… trips to the popcorn store. I’m not one foot in this thing. I want it all, and I want it with you.”
“Yes, really. I can’t promise I’ll always be easy to deal with, but I can promise I will always be there for you, whatever you need. I’ve tried showing you that even in the middle of all this fucking madness. I’m serious about you, Aubrey. Of course you can trust me. You’ve just gotta let yourself.”
“That won’t work on me, mermaid. I guarantee I can stare at you longer than you can stare at me without looking away.”
“I fucking love you, Aubrey. Don’t you get that by now? I would kill for you, but I would never hurt a hair on your goddamn head. I have ruined fucking lives to hold onto you, and I’d ruin more. The last thing I want is to lose you.”
It’s a little sick to feel so reassured by that, but maybe that’s what loving him has made me: a little sick.
To be loved so hard, so aggressively… it’s frightening, but intoxicating, too.
