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21 " I told you I’d never forget that night. I meant it. But now . . . now I’m going to walk away and pretend it didn’t happen, and I’m going to trust you to take care of my son. "
― A.L. Jackson , Follow Me Back (Fight for Me, #2)
22 " That’s the way I felt. Every moment of every day. This constant desire for a man who stole my breath and filled up all the missing pieces in my life. The one who stood by me. My support. My foundation. Because times weren’t always easy, and the fear in our lives could never be fully erased. But he was there to hold me up through it. "
23 " It’s overwhelming and wonderful and terrifying, and what happened between us last night? It was bigger—more powerful—than anything I could have imagined. "
24 " I only allowed myself it in the darkest hours of the night. When I was alone, and I was free to let the loss I was dealing with consume me. When I allowed myself to miss him. To ache for him. My body pleading and my heart begging for him through the silence. I gave myself the time to feel it. The pain. The loneliness. Let the what-should-have-beens cry out from my spirit. Just for a little while. Then I got up the next morning with a staggering amount of thankfulness. Told myself, someday. Someday I’d find the man who was meant for me. The one who completed me. "
25 " Eyes that intense, fathomless blue. It felt as if I were jumping into the coolest waters, floating in the deepest sea, soaring through the warmest sky. "
26 " Apparently, good things did come in small packages, and I was about two seconds from telling her that she was what I wanted. "
27 " His mouth swooping in to capture mine the same way he’d captured my heart. Swiftly. Madly. Wholly. Plundering—body, mind, and soul. I felt beautiful in his arms. Bold and sexy. My mama would call it risqué. She’d be right because, with Kale, I was ready to take every risk. "
28 " myself. Knowing if I reached out my hand, she’d be right there running along beside me. Or maybe it was the girl who was out front, hair flying all around her as she looked back at me from over her shoulder, smile so wide and welcoming. "
29 " Do I look like the kind of girl who follows a complete stranger out of a bar? You might be on the prowl, but I’m here to celebrate with my friend. Give her my time, because she pretty much gives me all of hers. And honestly, I’m kind of tired of the idea that a man can just snap his fingers and a woman will start peeling off her panties. "
30 " Tempting me into chasing after that blinding, blistering hope. Wanting the striking, stark beauty of it. Hungry for something I’ve always wanted for the people around me, but never thinking I could keep any of it for myself. "
31 " Sometimes dreams are only meant for a moment. They mean the world to us, and then sometimes something takes their place, and they’re not quite as important to us anymore. "
32 " He fucked me exactly like I knew he would when I’d seen him that first time in the bar. Arrogantly. Confidently. Relentlessly. "
33 " Go out with me, Hope. Just dinner. Because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. Couldn’t after I saw you the first time at Olive’s on Friday night. It only got worse after I saw you here Monday morning. I don’t know what it is about you . . . but there’s something that makes me want to figure it out. "
34 " He spun me into the tightest knot. And the light. It was brilliant when it shattered. Crashing, crushing waves. Radiating through me. Taking me under. "
35 " Love. It sang all around us. Whispering and thrumming and spilling into the sanctity of his room. "
36 " The sense that this girl was way too good to be chased and hunted and played. The game was totally unfair if she didn’t know how to play it back. "
37 " Sleep had become my unicorn. And sex had become my prize. "
38 " I allowed myself that pleasure. Getting lost in a willing body to forget about all the stress and trauma and horrible shit I saw every fucking day. For a few hours, I’d let myself get lost. Unbound and unchained. No promises or commitments or loyalties that I couldn’t make. Just . . . freedom. "
39 " The reminder that I’d failed. That I’d never be the hero. God knew that I got up every single day and tried anyway. "
40 " The push of knowing I could actually make some kind of difference in the middle of a fucked-up world. A world that continually marched forward in time, meting out tragedy after tragedy. "