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“I want to experience normal girl stuff, explore things, experiment, and stretch my wings. I want to live.”

“Somehow, I was supposed to learn life’s lessons by being perfect. What a load of shit.”

“For her, I’ll be the darkest motherfucking monster the world has ever known.”

“I like having her here. I like watching her sleep. In fact, watching my wife sleep might be my newest obsession.”

“Still waiting for my tall, dark and dangerous.”

“Me vuelves loco.”
“No puedo tener suficiente de ti.”
“Tan mojada para mí.”
“Te necesito todo el tiempo.”
“¿No más? Aún no he terminado contigo.”
“¿Cuándo podré atarte y darte esas uvas?”
“Siempre supe que eras mía.”

“Falling in love was supposed to be beautiful. But of course, like with everything else in my life, I crashed and burned.”

“You’ve only really known me for three months.”

“I’ve known you my whole life.”

“None of it was real.”

“Manipulating to get out of unwanted situations, cheating to get ahead, lying to avoid expressing my feelings… It all worked out just fine for me, my whole life. But the thing about being a liar and a cheat… No one believed you when you were actually telling the truth.”

“I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell asleep. I must’ve been dreaming because I thought I felt the softest kiss on my cheekbone, followed by a whisper. “I love you, too.”

“Hugging her tighter to my chest, I kissed the top of her head. I’d known the feeling for some time now, but it was in that exact moment I knew I’d never let her go. Not even if she tried to claw her way out of my arms. I whispered into the dark, “I love you.”

“The view of her sleeping peacefully on my chest was priceless, and I quickly came to understand that she was the most valuable thing in my life. The worst had happened. I loved the woman. I was crazy in love with her.“

“I kneeled for no one. Not for my family. Not for forgiveness. Not for mercy. But the one reason that could’ve gotten me on my knees, was her.”

“The girl whose siren-green eyes were my envision of death, had now become my paradise. My own personal sanctuary from this fucked-up world.”

“I’d never had a girlfriend, so I never cared about this shit before. But if Maria was going to be my girl, and she thought she would pay for herself, she was crazy. Her money was her money, and my money was her money.”

“I used to think that I had to break Maria in order to get through to the real her. I was wrong. I had to make her trust me.”

“My hand came up, cupping her face as I stared into her beautiful eyes. A pain shot through my chest as I remembered what I thought I’d wanted to do to her for the past two years. I couldn’t even think about it anymore or I’d have a heart attack.”

“I snapped. Grabbing the back of her neck, I kissed her so deep and so rough I was drowning in her.”

“I was aware I got hard at the mere mention of her name.”

“When I stepped into my bedroom, I halted; hands in pockets, and stared at the painting hanging above my bed. A black-and-white, abstract painting of a girl’s face, almost fully blurred. Her long, dark hair, messy and wild, cascaded down her shoulders. Only her siren eyes remained intact – extremely detailed and vibrantly green.”

“Her eyes were the first thing you noticed about her. I immediately recognized them. How could I fucking forget them? They were the last thing I saw when I closed my eyes at night. The first thing I thought of in the morning. And once, they were the last thing I saw before I nearly died. All these years, she haunted me – consumed me. I couldn’t move on.”

“And then he snapped. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me so deep and so rough I was drowning in him.”

“Get out of my way.”
“Not until you get out of my head.”

“My cheek still burned from where she’d kissed me good night and my dick still got hard at the memory. I seriously considered never washing that side of my face again.”

“The morning after the party, I called her phone, although she had never given me her number – the details of how I got it, irrelevant.”

“What cuisine do you like?”
“Puerto Rican.”
“Really?”
“I know what I like.”

“Zachary’s a drug dealer,”
“He hates it when people call him by his full name.”
I smirked. Zachary it is.

“You’re Puerto Rican, he’s Mexican… You can talk dirty to each other in Spanish.”

“The girls said there was something between you two.”

“Yeah, a restraining order.” 🤣