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" Ava rolled onto her side to get a better view of Luke. He stood at the dresser, his back to her, his lower half wrapped in a towel. The only light came from the cracked bathroom door, a thin spotlight splitting his shoulder blades.
"I'm watching you," she teased.
She couldn't see his face, but she could picture it breaking into a lazy grin. Luke smiled a lot. And she like making him smile. could it really be that easy--that simple and straightforward, just as he'd promised her?
"In that case, let me give you something to look at." The towel dropped to his feet, pooling without a sound. "
― Ellery A. Kane , The First Cut (Doctors of Darkness, #3)
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" Dear Ava,
I know you hate this sort of thing, so I'll be brief. Today is not your favorite day. It's cursed apparently, for good reason. But if you let me, I promise to change that. I'll make every day your favorite day. You'll be my favorite person, and I'll be yours (if you'll have me). I've told you a hundred times I love you, and I'd wait forever for you to say it back. Don't make me. Please say you feel the same.
But tell me tomorrow, since anything that starts today is doomed.
Yours,
Luke "
― Ellery A. Kane , The First Cut (Doctors of Darkness, #3)
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" Whatcha listenin' to?"
"Oh, you probably wouldn't like it."
"Try me."
He shrugs as he passes the headphones across the slim space between our beds. This is gonna be good. I've got him pegged for a Yanni diehard, and I smirk a little as the music starts. One of my cellies had a thing for electronic rock, so I recognize the song right away. With the heavy breathing at the start, it's unforgettable and creepy as hell. Seriously. Like stalker-level shit.
I want you now, tomorrow won't do. There's a yearning inside and it's showing through.
"Depeche Mode, huh? Cool, man. Wouldn't have figured it."
Reach out your hands and accept my love. We've waited for too long. Enough is enough. Like I said, stalker-level.
His laugh is jittery, quick as the cockroaches in Folsom. "It's my favorite song. Reminds me of being seventeen again. You know, when sex was all you could think about."
I pretend I'm not totally skeeved out when I return his headphones and shut the lights. "
― Ellery A. Kane , The Hanging Tree (Doctors of Darkness #2)
