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“Yeah, you lose this attitude, I can help you work that hurt out.â€�
Who was this man? He held onto his tragedy for seventeen fucking years, how could he stand there and tell me
he could help me work through mine?
“Really, Joe? Like you helped me work out my grief at losing Tim?� I asked sarcastically.
“That’s not what I was offerin�, buddy, but you want it like that I’ll give it to you.�
“You’re unbelievable,� I snapped.
“I’m yours.�
That socked me in the gut too, so hard it winded me and all I could do was stare up at him.
Taking advantage, his face dipped close and his hands curled around both sides of my head.
“First fuckinâ€� time you smiled at me in my bed, that’s when it happened,â€� he murmured.”
― Kristen Ashley, At Peace

“Because I’m sore and I need a break, and if he woke up and rolled over, his dick would have found a way inside of me again and again until I wouldn’t be able to walk…and there’s no guarantee he would have stopped even if I hung a CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS sign around my hips.â€� She sighed. “I left for the well-being of my pud.”
― Shay Rucker, On the Edge of Love

“Two minutes. You got two minutes, Bree. If you’re not on the counter straddling me as you place food in my mouth, someone’s going to get hurt. And it won’t be me…or you.”
― Shay Rucker, On the Edge of Love

“You have got to stop with the severed body parts, he (Lynx) shouted as he righted himself. This is the twenty-first century, man. You don't have to do this barbaric shit. Buy a gun, put a bullet in them. Pop, pop, bad man goes down. Done.”
― Shay Rucker, On the Edge of Love