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Nothing Personal Nothing Personal by Karina Halle
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“I know I only have you like this, in this moment right now, but even just a moment with you is enough. Anything more than that is too good for the likes of me.”
Karina Halle, Nothing Personal
“Every cell in my body is begging for her, wanting to know what it’s like to have her heart. I want her heart, to possess it, to protect it and never let it go.”
Karina Halle, Nothing Personal
“Nothing has felt hotter, the slick sounds, the way he’s exerting himself, grunting with each powerful thrust.
“Come for me,” he bites out. “Fucking come for me.”
“Fucking make me,” I tell him through a moan.”
Karina Halle, Nothing Personal
“I hate you,” I hiss at him.
He smirks. “You only hate that you want me.”
“Same difference.”
“I don’t think so,” he says.”
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“Let’s just let bygones be bygones and pretend you and I never happened.”
“That’s not going to be easy,” I tell her.
Because I don’t want to pretend we never happened.
I want to do the opposite.
I want…I think I just want a second chance to see if things can work this time around.”
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“I am not your enemy. Okay? You can go on thinking that all you want but it’s not true. I am not your enemy. I’m barely even your boss. I am your equal and you are mine.”
“I am not yours,” she says but her words falter.
“You very much are.”
Karina Halle, Nothing Personal
“I’m cynical and hard in places and too soft and sensitive in others. I’m running cold one second and then I’m a fiery volcano the next, with no way to turn me off. I’m ambitious and competitive and a little too focused. I should be more social. I should call more people and make more plans. Sometimes it feels like my head isn’t on straight, some days I just want to stay in bed and cry. At night I get unbelievably afraid in the moments before I fall asleep, like I’m scared to let go and drift away, while in the mornings even three pots of coffee aren’t enough to make me human. I want too much and I worry that I want too much. I want people to love me but I’m afraid to love them first. Most of all, I’m afraid that I’ll lose the ones I do love because I was too much of something for them. Too much of me. Too broken and flawed and imperfect and selfish, with too much wrong in me and not enough right.”
Karina Halle, Nothing Personal
“It’s him! Did you hear what he said? That’s his war cry!” “It’s not the same chicken,”
Karina Halle, Nothing Personal