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1 " He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything. "
― T.L. Martin , Liar, Liar
2 " Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on. "
3 " Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline. "
4 " Having Easton’s attention on me is what I imagine a long pull of nicotine feels like to someone trying to quit smoking. It’s a shaky buzz and a serene calm all at once. It’s comfort wrapping around your lungs, with just enough squeeze to threaten your air supply. It’s home and longing, because all you want is to live in it, but you know you can’t. "
5 " Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here. "
6 " I might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it. "
7 " I know it’s fucked up. I’m crossing lines brothers aren’t supposed to cross. Reminding myself I’m supposed to be her brother, that I’m not supposed to want her, isn’t enough to stop the obsession from spiraling, but I do it anyway. Because otherwise, I might do things—take things—I’m not supposed to have. "
8 " The thing about mistakes is they’re hard to recognize in the moment. The worst ones are like a drug—once you feel what it’s like to go with your gut, you don’t know how to stop. No matter the consequences. "
9 " Pretty sure there’s a rule book that says brothers shouldn’t look at their sisters that way.” “Coming from a girl who breaks all the rules. "
10 " As long as we’re quiet,” I whisper, letting my hand wander lower, and lower, “no one ever has to know the things you do to me. "
11 " respectable girls don’t fantasize about their brother. "
12 " Because people like him—the one whose blood is caked on the shard beneath my thumb—they never stop searching. And people like me, well, we never stop running. "
