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21 " This shouldn't be hard. I didn't fabricate this pull between us, but she's resisting it, rejecting it, and I don't understand. "
― Kennedy Ryan , My Soul to Keep (Soul, #1)
22 " Grief taught me to live numb. Death takes more than just the one life. It thieves tiny particles from the ones left behind until you feel only half alive. "
23 " God of the joystick, give me patience. "
24 " Is that why you've been asking my sister out for two years and have exactly zero dates to show for it?""We're playing a game of cat and mouse, me and Bris.""More like Never Will I Ever. "
25 " If they see us together, they'll figure out that you're special to me. "
26 " I can't believe how numb I was before I met him. My body, my heart, and my soul twist around one another, a three-stranded nerve waiting for his touch, his words, his attention.So dangerous. "
27 " You have no idea what I'd do for you if you'd let me. "
28 " Are they on lunch break?” I hope she’ll lift her eyes from cock level and look at me when I’m talking to her. That’s not yours, sweetie. Eyes up. "
29 " It'd be hard for me to accompany you and not be here. Even I'm not that good. "
30 " Model? I’m five foot two. I couldn’t model my way down a grocery store aisle. “Sources "
31 " The fuck!” I explode, gripping my head with both hands. “Who the hell are you giving a lap dance?” “Your friend, Luke. Now if you’ll excuse me. "
32 " Oh, you want to stay.” He leans in, eyebrows raised like he’s passing on a secret. “You gotta see this dancer they got for me.” “What?” The blood congeals in my veins and then rushes hot like boiling poison. “What dancer?” “You know I love short chicks, right?” A grin complements his All-American look, the blonde hair and blue eyes. “She’s all curves and muscles and kinda Asian eyes. I—” “Stop. I gotta stop you before I have to punch you in the face.” I run agitated hands through my hair. “The dancer’s mine. She’s my girlfriend. "
33 " Rhyson, we just started.” Her voice wavers. She better not cry. Fuck me if she cries. She has no idea that her tears are a weapon of mass destruction that would take me out in seconds. "
34 " These moments feel so perfect they frighten me. "
35 " You're hot like pepper on my tongueBaby, you've singed me "
36 " want to lean into him until he absorbs me and I can’t tell where he ends and where I begin. "
37 " I don’t care if you can make hummus, babe.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and my fingers cling to his shoulders because it feels so good I might fall if I don’t hold on. “You do everything else well. Especially that magic trick you’ve been working on.” I pull back, looking at him suspiciously. Because it’s Rhyson and there’s always a catch. “What magic trick?” “You know.” He grins and bends to whisper in my ear. “That one where you make my dick disappear in your mouth.” “Rhyson!” I drop my forehead to his chest, face on fire. “I’ll never get tired of making you blush. "
38 " Thousands of girls are here in L.A. doing the same thing I’m doing. Working in crappy restaurants. Dodging lechers at auditions. Catching buses late at night because they are hungry. They want their big break just like I do, and are willing to pay their dues.” “And I don’t give a damn about them!” He plows a hand through the hair dipping to the crinkled line of his eyebrows. “I care about you. Only you. "
39 " I’m convinced half my laugh lines will be because of him. After Mama died, I thought the closest I would come to joy would be the absence of pain. I was ready to settle for that. To just not feel that black hurt that hovered over every part of my life and seemed to occupy my very soul. Rhyson has taught me that joy has its own space. It is not the absence of anything, but its own presence. Its own entity. It fully inhabits us if we let it, and I have it with him. "
40 " I focus on everything from Brussels sprouts to global warming to keep my dick down. “You "